10000netherworlds | The Blind Date Meme

"I'd like that. So now's the warm'up, yeah?"

She's taking it pretty slowly for a supposed warm-up, but she doesn't mind that at all. More time to flick her gaze over, observe him when she thought he wasn't looking...it felt different as a human, but somehow the same.

"But I'm afraid I don't know those games."

Used to people who weren't accustomed to things he knew, Morgan thought nothing special of that. "Simple stuff," he said, as he turned to start them walking down the sidewalk. "Frisbee is just throwing a disc around and catching it. Volleyball is basically hitting a ball over a net."

"Huh. Think I might've tried something like that once...with a friend cheating, of course," she laughed. "Not that I didn't forgive her every time."

She tossed her hair back over her shoulder, peering in a shop window, then another, and then back at him. "I don't think I'm gonna find any net, but I can sure toss---I reckon, anyway."

Morgan paused a moment, having found that casual hair flip completely mesmerizing. What could he say? He was a sucker for long hair, and hers was definitely nice.

"Oh, uh -- they have nets set up at the park, but grabbing a frisbee is just as easy." Luckily, he could make a reasonably smooth recovery.

"Sounds about perfect," she laughed, looking at him curiously. She'd really need a visual on this sports equipment to understand the games, but...he was pretty pleasing on the eye in the meantime.

"All right, how's this: what do you think's easier to show off with? Or what would you rather show me right now? Keeping in mind that I'm gonna do my best to show you up, o'course."

"Oh, that's easy. Taking my shirt off." Morgan grinned, barely even wicked -- the man had a damn nice chest and he knew it. "But if we're sticking to the established choices, then we're throwing the frisbee around."

[Gosh, that was...an escalation. She knew that was sure a big deal for humans, and in human form she had an understanding of what was attractive as such. But it was his confidence more than anything that would charm her and she knew it, so she made a little note.]

Okay, how 'bout we save that for later and play? 'Fraid I didn't bring something a little more comfortable, though I could find it.

"I kid, I kid," Morgan said, still grinning mischievously. "Here, let's drop in here."

He slapped open the door to the store, holding it for her. What lay beyond was a fairly casual store, catering obviously to people looking for a good day in the park or on the nearby beach -- picnic baskets, chairs and towels, coolers, and of course, frisbees and other toys.

"Maybe I wasn't," she winked before stepping in. Best to behave herself now. She picked up a basket, a large sheet, and a few simple toys, though not too much---there was still the food to serve!

"Once we get there I'll have to swing back. It's not too far, but I forgot the picnic basket!" she sighed, shaking her head. So much preoccupation with the date and all these human matters had done her head in.

Yeah, Morgan was starting to really like her.

"You had a picnic basket ready? Man... you're the take-charge type, aren't you?" Grinning, Morgan made sure they had a few different frisbees before he moved to pay. No letting her pick up the tab when he had money to burn!

Applejack tut-tutted, but she'd accept. "All's fair, I s'pose. Hope you're the type to work up an appetite...but I think you can."

Oh, with that muscle, he definitely could. She'd...just wait until they left the shop to say it, but the moment they did, she winked and nudged him.

"We'll set up camp, then I'll get the meal ready. Shade or sunshine?"

Morgan grinned boyishly at the nudge. Boy, could he. Luckily she looked like the type who could too, especially if that nudge really was promising a power in that body he could really appreciate.

"Shade for the camp. I think we'll get plenty of sun otherwise."

"Right. Luckily I'm pretty good with trees," she promised, sauntering off into the park with a little smile. She eyed them all up for their strength, density of leaves...there was even one with some fruit growing!

She grinned, casually kicked it, and handed Morgan a fresh pear. Not her first choice, but.

"Something to snack on 'til I get back, 'kay?"

Morgan caught the pear reflexively, only becoming aware of it a moment later when he looked down at his hand, then back up at Applejack.

He was used to being a more dominant personality in interactions, and losing control of this one was unexpected and honestly pretty delightful.

"Every minute you're gone is going to feel like a year," he said, such a broad smile on his face.

"I'd better not find you snoozing under this tree with a grey beard, then," she laughed. "Be back in a jiffy."

Not a flash, that was Rainbow Dash's territory, but as close as she could make it. She raced home as quickly as these newfangled legs could carry her, grabbed the basket, threw in a few treats she happened to have lying around, and began the jog back.

"Hope you're hungry, darlin'," she offered, flicking her hair back over her shoulder as she presented the basket. It was a simple but well-constructed woven thing, lovingly tied with a red bow.

Inside? Fresh sandwiches, chilled lemonade, and two apple fritters. She'd learned not to overdo the apple (not that such a thing was possible, in her opinion).

Morgan strongly considered doing just that, with a little Life magick for the joke... but there was a chance he'd freak her out a little, and he really didn't want to do that. A little greedily, he already wanted this date to work out well.

So he waited with, as he'd said, more than a little impatience to see her back, but when she did return she got met with a bright smile -- even before she presented the basket, which he accepted with an even brighter grin for how cutely she'd presented it.

"You know," he said, checking the contents. "This is way better than some random restaurant. You're brilliant and amazing."

"Now you're just pulling my leg," she giggled, a clear blush on her cheeks. She knelt beside him and spread a picnic blanket with a flick of her wrists.

Then, with a gleam in her eye: "At least wait to go on 'til you've tried it!"

"No, but I might try later." Impish mischief sparkled in his eyes, even if that was one of the more subdued shameless things he'd said in his life. But what could he say? Legs were awesome.

He dropped down to sit on the blanket with a motion that was way more graceful than it should have been, waiting for her to join him before he cracked the basket open properly.

Oh, that was how he wanted to play, huh? She could do him one better. She knelt on the blanket, swiftly picked up a fork, speared a good bite, and dangled it in front of his face.

"Go on then!" she winked.

She had a competitive streak, didn't she?

Morgan's skin was practically tingling.

He leaned forward, locking eyes with her to meet her challenge as he closed his mouth around the fork, then leaned back enough to slide it free.

Two bites later, he smiled. "Keep that up and I might not even notice the taste."

"Well now. What do you notice?"

Applejack couldn't figure what had possessed her. Handsome fella? Sure was, but he wasn't the first. Was it that gleam in his eye? She found she couldn't get enough of it.

"If I like your answer, I reckon we can have a little bite of dessert."

"Lovely blonde hair, amazing green eyes, and a smile that's to die for." Morgan practically purred this back, not even so much as blinking. "This second. There were a lot of other things, but right now I'm having trouble remembering my own name."

"Don't worry, sugarcube. Or should I say..."

She tilted her head to the side just a smidge in thought. "Well now. Morgan."

She liked the sound of his name, she decided.

"Apple fritter? Fresh and sweet, with a dollop of honey." Yes, she meant that offer literally...but that was just the start. Her eyes gleamed as she held the plate up.

"The accent. How did I not mention the accent. I could listen to you talk all day." And he sure didn't mind being called 'sugarcube', if she wanted to keep that up here and there.

Morgan lifted a hand to take the plate -- or give her an opportunity to get the fritter to him another way. Who was he to begrudge a lady her choice?

Applejack lifted the fritter in thought, looked between her hand and his eager face...then popped it into her mouth instead. Grinning, she slid up against his side, swallowed, and dared to go for a gentle kiss.

A little taste, just like she promised.

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