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"I.. I know.. " She looked up at him, adjusting her glasses. "It's just... d.. does everyone really think i'm some sort of... boo thief?" She frowned deeply. First Demona, then that misunderstanding at tombcoming, now this. Was she ever going to be able to speak to a boo without being accused of wanting to date him? Oh dear, what if Felix had a crazy ghoulfriend she hadn't been told about.. no, that was ridiculous, he'd asked her to tombcoming right? He couldn't have some secret ghoul... could he?
Frustrated, Jewels shook her head and looked to the small groups of monsters gathering.

"I.. I have to gowelcomemyguests..." She excused herself and scurried away before another ghoul could swoop out of nowhere and start a fight.

Sally nodded to Tori as she helped with her tangled tendrils. She watched Jewels tilting her head. She walked over to where Felix was pouring punch and looked at him

"Jewels seems a little... uh... panicked, maybe is the right word?" she tilted her head.

Sally tilted her head and looked over at Jewels. Since the dance? She looked at Felix again and shrugged a shoulder "I don't exactly understand it myself." she said "But then, I haven't been around other monsters for that long."

Meme happily hooked her arm through Ronan's, grinning despite feeling like party balloons were popping in her stomach, and they marched on to the park.

It was a crisp afternoon and the air was tinged with a slight chill. Ghost birds were singing their whispy tunes as they perched on the branches of a withered willow tree. She snuggled closer to the selkie, ruffling the furry ears of her hat across his cheek as they sauntered down the well trodden Nature Trail of Doom.
"It's nice to get away from studying for a while." She sighed with a smile and felt herself begin to relax. Mid terms were drawing nearer and all her spare time was spent studying and attempting to organise her notes. All work and no play leads to an unhappy clown!

Meme flopped onto the blanket and crossed her legs, excited to see what food was hidden in the basket. She felt it was a rather odd day for a picnic, but Ronan wasn't particularly normal (by 'normal monster' standards anyway) so odd dates probably came naturally.
The clown smiled and nodded as Ronan spoke, touched by how much effort he'd put into the simple date. Her heart panged with guilt and realised she hadn't reciprocated the effort and she panicked, hoping he wouldn't read too much into it. She clenched her fists, angry that she hadn't put much planning into the date.
'Now's the time to start getting serious. Relationships are about equality and right now the score is Ronan 1 Meme -10!' She screamed internally.

Meme had zoned out but was snapped back to reality with a small head shake, and she realised Ronan was stood over her, holding out a bootiful crafted balloon.. Weregiraffe? 'Flowers, c'mon Meme, he literally just said it's a flower. Pay attention, you stupid ghoul!'

"Aww, Ronan!" Her heart melted into a puddle of rainbows and confetti as she accepted the gift, and she looked up at him with sparkly eyes. "I don't know what to say!" She inspected the balloon flower closely. "That's so nice.. You- It's lovely.. Thank you!"
She looked down and frowned, gently twirling the pretty trinket in her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't make gift for you. I didn't think.." She admitted sadly, the patterns and fabric of the blanket suddenly became very interesting.

Ronan smiled, clearly pleased she liked his gift.

"I do not believe the female is supposed to present trinkets. "

He shrugged and sat down, opening the hamper and setting out a selection of prepackaged foodstuffs. He'd bought several different sorts of sandwiches, juice, a selection of small cakes and even some booberries.

"I didn't know what sort of things you liked to eat, so I got a variety."

"It is nice to get away from study, though i'm not certain which has me more anxious. Mid term examinations or my parents attending this parent creature conference. " He shook his head. "Do your parents intend to attend?" Now there was something he wasn't sure he was ready to do, meet her parents.

He shook his head. "No it doesn't make a lot of sense. I was informed at tombcoming that I must open doors for ghouls as well..." He frowned. "But ghouls seem perfectly capable of opening doors themselves right? I mean barring any physical disability, gender alone should not require special treatment..." He shrugged. "I still evidently have much to learn."

He picked up a sandwich.

"To eat? Well... I believe I mentioned Lutefisk already to you, I could not find anywhere stocking it however. I like seafood, which is... hardly surprising really yes?" He held up his sandwich, tuna salad.

"My parents yes, least, my mother for certain. My father it will depend upon his work schedule but I hope he does, otherwise I shall have to sit with her and translate everything the teacher says about me. Her english is... not very good unfortunately."

"Seafood, hm? My friend, Leukothea, fries up some mean calamari! I'll have to steal her recipe try and make it for you sometime." She smiled at him, finishing off the cake and pouring them each a cup of juice. "I need to repay you for this lovely picnic! I mean.. I might be able to give you some money of you bought some of this, but I'll have to check my werepiggy-bank!" she said, a little flustered.


Meme wriggled around to try and shake off the nerves, and stretched across the blanket on her side, propping herself up on an elbow. She looked up to watch the branches of the trees shivering in the wind. "That sounds nice." She giggled, "I'd like to meet them, see where you get your dashing looks and sense of humor."

Meme blushed suddenly, turning as red as the beatroot salad on the blanket. "I wasn't joking," she tried to explain, hoping he hadn't assumed she was being sarcastic. "I was being deadly serious," and her face flushed darker. Meme looked mortified and covered her face with her gloved hands.