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First Date

Characters: Stiles and Rapunzel | Closed
Date: October 1
Location: Wood, and then Earth Sector
Situation: Stiles has asked Rapunzel out on something resembling a date. Asti and the rest of Keelai is about to keel over from shock.
Warnings/Rating: Probably none. Rapunzel's a Disney princess, after all. I think there are laws against that kind of thing.

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Stiles knocks on the door to Rapunzel's suite for the second time in as many weeks. Only this time, he's there to ostensibly take her out to dinner. This is honestly the first time he's asked a girl out for dinner and had her say "YES" so it's a huge, world-shaking deal for him.

He's wearing his jeans, and a Keelai-style shirt in green, with a Mandarin collar. It doesn't suit him, but it's better than the same plaid shirt he's been wearing since he got here, right?

Oh god, please let this go well...

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He watches her in awe, and how just...overall competent she is. He's always respected that kind of thing, being good at what you do.

"Wow. Go, girl. It smells really good already, you know."

She blushes at the compliment before going to drop the peppers in to join the rest of the food.

"Thanks. I've had a lot of practice."

"Practice makes perfect. And you're pretty close."

Oh, god. That is probably one of the cheesiest lines he's ever uttered. Why is it he can be clever and awesome and witty around Scott? But around girls he turns into a total flailing moron?

Rapunzel does laugh a bit, though not at him. She genuinely found him charming, cheesiness and all. She was quiet for a minute as she began adding some spices and broth to the pot. As she did, for the millionth time since it had happened, Rapunzel thought back on her conversation with Korra.

She was confused about what that meant for her and Stiles, not to mention Eugene back home. She had been thinking that maybe he had liked her, and she had liked him, but now she was thinking the same thing about Stiles. She thought maybe talking about it might help her clear things up, but how was she even supposed to start that conversation?

"So I met this girl named Korra the other day. She had this great big animal with her. A polar bear dog, I think she said."

"Oh! You know Korra? She's awesome, she's getting me free martial arts lessons. I haven't met her polar bear dog. That's the one named Naga, right?"

He's retreating to her fridge, hunting up some ice for the drinks he brought. They're slightly fizzy ginger ales, a drink he figured she'd like.

"Yeah," Rapunzel replied. "She's really sweet. Naga, that is. Oh, but Korra is really nice too!"

Using a spoon she began stirring the ingredients in the pot and turned down the temperature to let it simmer.

"What are martial arts?"

Pouring out the drinks, he wonders how to answer that question. Because...well, she'd probably be horrified if he was learning how to deliberately fight.

"Self-defense," he answers after a moment of fizz. "Making sure I can take of myself and other people if somebody bad comes along. Balance, meditation, mental and physical health. Good stuff."

She walked over to the drinks and took a glass for herself.

"Oh, I see." She doesn't look all that upset by the concept, either. Instead she shrugs. "I wonder if I should learn something like that. Until now I've just used my hair. And a frying pan."

"And I bet you're wicked with a frying pan at fifteen paces," he agrees with a grin, taking the other glass for himself.

"One of those cast-iron deals? Ow. Remind me to never piss you off. Although I'm now seriously curious as to how you use your hair as a weapon."

Before even taking a sip of her drink she places the glass back down. She picks up a portion of her hair and loops loosely around her arm. When she has a decent amount hanging there she prepares, and whips it towards one of the kitchen chairs. It falls to the floor with a loud clatter between the two of them.

"Mostly some variations on that."

His eyes pop wide, and he almost spits out his ginger ale.

"Holy crap that was so cool."

Grinning at her, he goes and rights the chair, careful not to step on her hair as he moves.

"Again. Remind me to never piss you off, or I might be found hanging in a tree, by my feet, bound up by your hair. What a way to go, though."

She smiled broadly as she collected her hair back and neatly put it behind her. "I don't think you have to worry about."

Just be thankful you weren't the first guy she met.

She picked up her glass again and took a sip. She let out a surprised giggle as the bubbles tickled at her lips. "Oh! Wow! That's so strange." She looked closely and examine the glass.

Damn it, Rapunzel. Stop being so perfectly adorable. He grins at her reaction, completely charmed by her again.

"I figured you'd never had a carbonated drink. You like it?"

She takes another sip. "It tastes good, but the bubbles take some getting used to! Is this something you have at home, too?"

"Yeah. All different flavors. This isn't even all that heavily carbonated, honestly. There's a natural spring somewhere nearby, one of the restaurants makes it."

He takes a sip of his own. It's way more gingery than sugary, and it took some getting used to. But there's no Mountain Dew here, so he has to make do.

"Mhm." Rapunzel takes a few more sips until she had about half finished her drink.

"I should probably get the pie started now," she told him. "If we want to eat it by the time we're done with dinner."

Ooh. Pie. The way to a boy's heart is through his stomach, after all.

"There's gonna be pie?" he asks eagerly, his face lighting up. "What kind of pie?"

"Apple."

Smiling, Rapunzel carried a bushel of apples and begins peeling them. "I hope that's alright?"

"That's fantastic."

He immediately crosses to her, taking that bushel of apples out of her hands. He's really trying to be a gentleman for her.

"Want me to help peel them too?"

"If you want to, of course."

She slides some apples and a new knife in his direction because what are peelers?

God, Rapunzel. What is it with you handing Stiles knives?

Nervously and carefully, he starts peeling, careful at all times of his delicate fingers and thumbs. It's very slow going again, and his tongue is sticking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. Focus, Stilinski, or you might just bleed all over your girlfriend's kitchen. Not that she's your girlfriend yet, or maybe she is, but she doesn't know what FOCUS come on!

She peeks at Stiles and watches as he concentrates so hard on the apple he's peeling. She smiles warmly and then goes back to her own apple. It was nice - having someone to be there in the kitchen with her. Mother would cook, of course, but often it was a solo act for her. She didn't like a crowded kitchen, she had told her, but Rapunzel loved it. It just made cooking...more fun. More meaningful.

Again, she thought to bring up what Korra had told her, but held back. Maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to spring the topic on Stiles when he had a knife in his hand. Especially when it seemed a true effort on his part.

There's finally a mostly-naked apple in his hand, and he beams at her proudly.

But before he begins the next one, he grins up at her.

"Hey, I just want you to know. I'm really enjoying these dates of ours. A lot. I like hanging out with you."

Rapunzel nearly dropped the apple in her hands. There it was again. That word - date. She recovered and held the apple firmly before setting it down with the other peeled ones. She attempted a smile, which came out a little crooked as she looked back at Stiles.

"Um...that word," she said. "Korra told me what it means in her world. Does it mean the same in yours?" Her words were rushed, and words crashed into each other, but hopefully the meaning got out.

"I'd...assume so? I mean, if it means two people who like each other spending time together and getting to know one another, then yes?"

Innocuous enough definition. Because he's still not sure if he's ready to take it anywhere physical. She's scary with that frying pan, after all.

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