Sasha Morden

Slow. She could do slow. Maybe. She might die because of it, but she could do it. She'd helped him with his work, making herself available as his 'hand' when he needed two that had more dexterity than his current right one did. It was slowly looking more normal, but it was still difficult for him to do fine work, which had led to a few more outbursts. Not that she could blame him. But, on the plus side, he was adapting to using it, though both of them were hoping it would change back to his 'normal' appearance. As it was, Sasha felt like he could use a break. So, she left a note for him to find while she went and prepared for said break.

Hey gorgeous. I think we should try for a date tonight. I know you won't be comfortable at a restaurant or anything, so I have something set up for us in the back grounds behind the greenhouse. Wear something nice. Be there by 8:00.
Kisses,
S.

It took her three hours to prepare something that he could eat and would like, and another hour to fiddle with her hair and slink into a dress she'd gone out and gotten, specifically for tonight. She was going to make this as date-like as possible; minus the snobby waiter and bad service.

Dressed up and slightly nervous for some reason, she hummed a little senseless ditty as she set out their dinner on the table she'd moved out back. Candles were lit and her portable dock for her mp3 was set to something low and slow. She checked her watch again. Any time now...