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Maybe she'd heard of the song, but then again, the witch was a bit culturally oblivious. It was a hazard of someone who tended to focus on individuals rather than groups as a whole. Still, the cheek kiss did wonders on her already excited mood and left her flushed and surprised and happy. Oh! Oh so they would be exchanging affection tonight! Awesome!!
The witch tried to return the favor, but was instead distracted by his excitement over the restaurant.
"Maybe someone can teach us Italian!" The witch nearly shouted in excitement, her eyes wide and sparkly to potentially learn something new. This date just got better and better!
Belladonna was then prepared to reach up and kiss the zombie, but paused at Mort's motion to pause. What? She couldn't even give him a kiss? Why did he get to-- Oh hi there skellyphone!
"We hardly ever take photos of us! Yes let's!"

With a bounce and a quick hand that fluttered over various parts very quickly to make sure they were all in place, she jumped up on tip toe, snuggled up to him and gave the camera her brightest smile. They had very few photos together for how long they'd been dating, and one of the most cherished photos the witch did have weren't even of their permanent physical incarnations. While it was nice to have a photo of how drastically opposite things could be, it would still be better to have an actual photo. Even on a phone... Phone photos could be taken and printed out, it was still something.
Finally the witch was allowed to press a kiss to his cheek in return, giggling happily as she pulled him out the door and through the building.
So maybe her nervousness had morphed into full on excitement, making her jittery and bouncey as she hurried him down the stairs and had to continually pick the tails of her skirt up to keep from tripping them.

Yet once outside she slowed down, the smile fading as she spotted the... the...
"That's a car."
Nailed it.

Since Mort's pace was much slower than the witch's, she got a nice long moment to stand there and just stare at the limousine. Only on the skeevee and in movies had she seen such a thing, and while she was not unfamiliar with the mode of transportation, she still had never ridden in one. Nor even seen one in real life. The Divines were a traditional family in the sense that they kept things old fashioned, and that included modes of transportation.
Even when the zombie corrected her and took her hand, she stared at the thing with wide eyes that she eventually turned up at him.
"You got us a limousine?" Now her voice is quieter, not hesitant so much as reverent. He was truly going all out for her, and she felt horribly guilty for ever having doubted the validity of his love for her. Quickly she let her head fall against his arm, a tiny indication of affection for him to show that she was massively grateful for all this.
And suddenly a skeleton was there, all fancy and smiling and mustachey!
"Oh! Hello-- I--"

.......................That was not English............

The witch blinked up at the man, doing her best to look pleasant and happy and not at all taken aback by the fact that he just spoke a bunch of weird sounding words except her name was in there somewhere and um um SOCIAL PROPRIETY GO!
"Its a pleasure to meet you Mr. D'Ossa!" Belladonna managed a curtsey with her hand still in his, unable to stifle the giggle that bubbled up when his mustache brushed her skin. It felt odd to feel bone but also hair, and with her emotions already elated, it was only expected of her to laugh often and freely.
"OH! I'm Belladonna Divine, by the way. And you work with Mr. Zack? How lovely!" It most likely wasn't, but social propriety dictated she say nothing but nice things.
"Per... Nee-ne-tee?" She echoed as she was ushered into the car, craning her neck to continue smiling at both Mort and Mr. D'Ossa, who she liked immensely already.

Anything for you.
Oh, those were sweet words, indeed. The witch smiled up at him, something softer and less excited but infused with the love she felt for him. It was a quick moment, fleeting as she had to get into the car and pull her feelings back. There would be time enough for them later, she was sure, but for now it was best to just enjoy the ride, quite literally.
"Its so spacious! Oh! The seats are kind of bouncy! But they're so soft too!" Ever one to be energetic and childish when possible, the witch happily scampered about the inside of the car, eagerly bouncing on the seats and fluttering from place to place as best as one could inside a car.
Not a thought was spared to the fact that Mr. D'Ossa was undead as well, only that he was very charming and spoke such an interesting language that the witch took a seat as close to him as she could. Intrigued by the front, she popped her head over the divider to look at the controls of the car, as though she hadn't seen ones like it before. But she hadn't! Limousines drove differently than normal cars, didn't they?!
"Per nee-ne-tee!" She chirped at the skeleton with a grin, happy to have a new name for him. Just like Dul-oo-si!

"No, I haven't met Signorino Zack yet..." So maybe she liked imitating Mr. D'Ossa's funny way of saying things. "But I'd like to soon!" Here the witch paused and looked back to Mort with a hesitant smile, as though she wanted his permission that this statement was alright. It was true, at least. Hopefully soon both their families could meet and present this whole thing a more permanent, whole relationship to their parents. The witch's still continued to express doubt over her dating an Undead, though it had lessened considerably as the months marched on. But it was still there. The Divines finally meeting Mort would put an end to all their questioning.
"Ah! Yes! Papa does some dealings with Signorino Zack's company too! I'm not sure what, but maybe you've seen him... Red hair like mine, only twisted up into two spikes?" Here she gesticulates above her head to make it seem as though her father had horns, when it was really just a very fancy hairstyle. A very silly hairstyle, but fancy in its own way.

The reminder of a photo made the witch laugh and she moved back closer to Mort, sitting far too close to him in such a large, unoccupied space. An offer of a drink sounded lovely, though she was just the teensiest bit disappointed in the lack of alcohol. That would certainly calm her nerves, even a little, but she surveyed the options anyways.
"Anything is fine!" She eventually chirped, overcome with options and curious to see what he might offer her with his choice.

As the witch had no basis of understanding what "per neinte" meant, she incorrectly assumed it was another kind compliment much like "duloosi". But Mr. D'Ossa had yet to correct her, so surely if it was wrong to say he would have stopped her long ago! She did, however, almost speak up and say that "l'uh-omo corn-uuu-too" was not her father's name, or any name she'd ever heard him called before, but that was superseded by the car suddenly jumping forward. With a tiny noise of surprise she fell backwards next to Mort, who she turned a dopey grin up to. This was really too much fun!
Though the car ride seemed to be hurrying along faster than she would prefer, she at least took solace in the knowledge that she was with Mort, right now. And things were absolutely perfect.
Happily, and with a smile of thanks, she took the drink and carefully removed the top to then cautiously take a sip. It would not do to spill red all over her gorgeous dress. Especially since she didn't have another one that was nearly as sexy. And that dazed look Mort had worn when he'd picked her up was exactly the reaction that had been intended! No other dress could match it now!

Thankfully she had capped the drink by the time the sharp turn was taken so she instead fell against the zombie, a hand covering her mouth to keep from giggling.
"Ah, yes! Almost a year!" Stars and garters, it really had been almost an entire year. How exciting! But it really was a marvel they'd been together for so long, yet it felt like longer. So much had happened, it seemed they'd been together for ages... And also almost nothing! They rarely had fun outings like this, so despite having dated for nearly a year things still felt new. Perhaps that was good, perhaps that would keep the zombie from finding the witch boring. Maybe it would keep him from realizing she carried too many doubts for how much he loved her, detract him from seeing how childish and selfish she was.
"Does Mr. D'Ossa not have any young love?" Errr, that was certainly the wrong way to phrase it. "Certainly a dapper gentleman as yourself has a beautiful lady to call his own!" Or maybe he also had a dapper gentleman he called his own? The witch kind of assumed with how kind his very odd words had sounded that he was partial to ladies. Whoops...

While the tight arm around her body made the witch quietly sigh to herself in adoration (for it was very sweet, sweet enough to make her recline more against him), it was also the only reason she was not currently on the floor. Or at the back of the limousine. Not used to riding in such a thing, as she never had before, Belladonna was quickly beginning to think she did not very much prefer limousines if they always went so quickly. It was a lovely ride to be sure, but what was the point if it was over so soon? Maybe on the way back she could prevail upon Mr. D'Ossa to go just the tiniest bit slower...
But, at the moment, the witch was more concerned with the fact that she had been so dreadfully awful to assume that he preferred women to men. In fact, she felt down right terrible about making such an awful leap in logic, that she leapt from Mort's tight grasp back to the divider to place her chin upon it and look upon Mr. D'Ossa with wide, pink eyes. Well, after she reached back and pulled Mort closer to her. This was their date, after all, and she was loathe to have him anywhere except very, very close to her.

"Once is enough! Once is still something you have! At least you had it together!" The witch began in an impassioned voice, her eyes going a bit sparkly at the skeleton. "And you have scarelings together! They must be absolutely gorgeous little creatures!" So maybe she was a bit more enamored with Mr. D'Ossa than one might have originally believed. But who could blame the darling? He was the driver of this gorgeous limousine Mort had gotten for her, he had complimented her and let her call him silly names and now he was sharing his life with her?
This was so up Belladonna's alley, it was called Belladonna Boulevard.
"He may be quick to anger, but anger is just a different form of passion. I am absolutely positive you two truly love each other and still have that youthful spark! If you ever want a date night, call me up. I'd be more than happy to take care of your p-pe-chee-nee!"
Maybe she was more invested in this than originally thought...
A happy smile, something warm and affectionate was thrown to Mort and the witch even went so far as to pull back and press a kiss to the zombie's cheek. He had orchestrated this whole thing just for her, she had to give back in some small manner! But her offer was sincere. This lovely driver was absolutely adorable and if he lent a hand in making this night as wonderful for her as she believed it would be, she wanted to give him something magical too.

"Awwwwwwww~" The witch cooed with a happy sigh, letting her chin drop onto the divider so she could gaze happily at the skeleton. How sweet! Nero and Vezir! She totally shipped them.
"What is Signorino Vezir like? Is he a skeleton like you? How many children do you have? Do they take after you or him more?" There would almost never be a time when the witch would not want to ask someone a million invasive questions about their life. It just wasn't done! But at least her curiosity almost always extended into every other realm as well, which was most likely its saving grace. Otherwise she would be fated to a too nosy witch and that just would not do.
When Mort pulled back with a grimace, Belladonna turned to smile at him, not at all bothered by the lingering laughter or what it meant. Mr. D'Ossa was a person too! He had needs just like everybody else! Though she was also being very good at not letting her thoughts go anywhere else for the moment.

However, everything halted when the announcement came that they were there, for the witch happily clapped her hands with an elated "HOORAY!" and clamored about for her purse that she had carelessly thrown onto a seat but had since wandered to another location thanks to the harsh driving. With a lot of grateful smiling at the skeleton the witch excited the car and stood by patiently, eyes round and sparkly to take in the pretty restaurant. Except...
Mr. D'Ossa was coming with them?
Oh... Talk about a major third wheel. The witch didn't look put off by the idea, merely mildly confused. But but but!
"Um um! Maybe I could try a temporary translation spell? Something so we heard them speak English but what we said was properly translated??" Granted, she had never tried anything like that before and would probably end up with a less than stellar result. Actually, she really only offered because she kind of did want some alone time with Mort, where they were only apart because of a table. It would be really romantic!

And she was dying for some Mort romance.

Feeling absolutely horrid that Mr. D'Ossa might think they didn't want him around, she did her best to flash him a reassuring smile. She still wanted those answers to his questions about his husband and their children! Just... Maybe on the way back home.
As for Mort, the witch noticed his very determined attempt not to touch his neck and wanting to help, she reached out and took the hand that had almost picked at his stitches. A squeeze was given to it along with a soft smile before she rose up on her toes to peck a kiss to his cheek.
"Give me just five minutes." She told them both with a raised finger before she fished out her phone. With a clatter of nails against the screen she hastily looked up a spell, flipping through a few variations until her face light up with excitement only to turn it all into a huffy sigh.
"Figures." She grumbled as she rolled her eyes and stalked a few paces to one side, somewhere a bit further away from the two Undead and onto a free patch of ground. "Just one more moment!"

Vastly similar to the circle the witch had drawn with her feet to produce the little clothes fetching creature, another circle was made. This one required her to pick up the tails of her skirt and hold them in one hand so that once again her knees were exposed, but she seemed all too happy to skip about in her heels, her toe pointed to the ground as she draw the circle with her feet. It was much larger than her first one, all glittery and pink on the grey ground, but inscribed with a variety of little symbols that she had to carefully skip over so by the end of it she had essentially hopped until the circle was complete.
"Mort, darling. Come stand right here~" Two smaller circles within the larger outline had been drawn and she pointed to one, she stepping into the other. With him in the circle she took a deep breath and concentrated.
For a moment the circle around them lit up, then flickered and totally died altogether. The witch huffed and looked at her phone before she tapped a knuckle to her forehead.
"Whoops! Forgot what language we wanted! Silly me!" Quickly her heel etched out some writing behind her circle and then she tried again.

This time the circle light up brilliant and bright and cast a tiny, faint pink glow around the couple that died once the entire circle burned up only a moment later.
With a gleeful clap of her hands, the witch whirled around and looked expectantly at Nero.

A happy clap and squeal were the witch's reaction to understanding Nero, exuberantly jumping up and down in place as she celebrated her own success. All that studying really was starting to pay off! How absolutely excellent! Perhaps it was rude to look so very pleased with oneself when it meant that another was excluded from the dinner, but the witch was sure that Mr. D'Ossa was used to such. This sort of thing happened all the time, right? Well, perhaps not dealing with witches who used translation spells, but certainly with couples who wanted some alone time! And being married with children, he certainly understood the value of a couples' alone time.
Still, Belladonna was loathe to see him disappointed and hoped to cure it with more bright smiles and words of thanks. She waved happily at him, still bouncing on the balls of her feet as she siddled closer to Mort.
"Thank you so much for your excellent company up here! And purple lovers? What a delightful phrase, that's so kind!" Now that her zombie was acting less put off to have another guest at dinner, she was all smiles and bright chatter.

"I am vastly glad I was able to help." She purred as she slipped under his arm and tucked herself next to him. Really, she was. He had looked so down just a moment ago, and this was their special date. This had to be absolutely perfect all the way through.
However, once inside the restaurant the witch sighed happily, hoping her stomach didn't growl suddenly in effort to betray how hungry she really was. That garlic smelled amazing.
The atmosphere was gorgeous, the exact thing needed for a romantic date. All too pleased, she snuggled up to him, glad for a bit of time before they were to be seated. Goodness she could not wait to get a real moment alone with him. Jack, she was going to lavish him in affection.

"It looks marvelous so far!" She told him as she continued to look around them with wide, excited eyes. At the mention of D'Ossa, she turned her smile up to him. "Oh, he's darling! Were you two acquaintances before this?"