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Gabe moseys along and thinks, “I’m still not quite sure. A some dinner, maybe catch a play, take her sightseeing a bit... You know, play it by ear: I’m not a great planner.”
“Ohh, sightseeing with a sender. Sign me up! That sounds great!“ Miki gets dreamy eyed again, “There’s so many places I’d like to see.”
"Oh really? Like what?"
"I've always wanted to see the great reef, but I have that problem with water…. Oh and the cliffs! I'd love to visit the statue of Augustine someday. Ooh, or the ruins of the old city! I've heard they're fantastic this time of year: just draped in lilac."
"Hmm all good," Gabe mentally takes some notes, “Got any tips for me?”
“Well... Del’s always loved the idea of someone sweeping her off her feet, like in some kind of fairy tale...”
Casey chuckles, “I think after her latest experience with the fae she might have other opinions.”
“Oh yeah, how’s that going?”
“Well, haven’t seen much of Nixxy since then; but when we woke up the other day someone had installed a doorway under our staircase. As far as we can tell it leads to the faewild.” Casey stares straight ahead and sighs, “I don’t yet know how we’re going to explain that to the landlord.”
“Yikes, what’d you do?”
“We put a sign on it.” Gabe shrugs.
“Oh, good to know.” Miki giggles, “Gabe, I think the problem a lot of Del’s partners have had is in thinking they need to try and keep up with her and, let me tell you, its impossible. You’ll burn out long before she does.”
“She doesn’t need someone who feels like they constantly have to prove themselves. As a healer, she’s got no time for an idiot who doesn’t know when to quit; she’s always the one who has to go rescue them.”
Casey shoots a wry smile at the other mouse, “I don’t think you needs to worry about that, Gabe.” He mugs, the tip of his tongue peeking out from beneath his mousey incisors.
Gabe scratches his head, "Sooo, what you're telling me is that she wants someone to sweep her off her feet, but also not try too hard. Miki, those are two totally different things! What am I supposed to do with that?"
The baker winks, "If I knew, I would have taken a shot at her a looong time ago, dear. You don’t have to prove yourself, just… show her that she's special. Oh, and if you break that girl's heart, you can start paying for your own biscotti, mister." She adds.
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