He'd had a bit of an odd look on his face for a moment there, but Marissa was perfectly willing to chock that up to nerves. Considering he'd just mentioned whether or not she was getting chased by dragons, maybe he was just worried about being devoured or something like that. Not an entirely irrational fear, especially with how aggressive the Blacks could be around their eggs.
"If old Bessie was going to come have a go at me, I suspect it would've happened already -- so I think that I am perfectly free to catch a late lunch." Hopefully that didn't just make him more nervous, knowing that she could indeed have been chased by a hulking angry mother.
She was half-tempted to just invite him to the family homestead for lunch, that would be the easiest and the closest, but -- well, her mother would kick up a fuss and her father would make silly threats, and she had it on good authority that bringing home a boy that you had only just snogged conveyed a sense of you fearing for being a crazy spinster.
"I'm afraid most of the places around here serve biscuits you could put through a wall and cold tea, so we might need to make a trip somewhere else."
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