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A series of pictures depicting Cassian's finger in the jar, then him licking it off were sent.

Still, he'd never been called a cute red dot before, so that was pretty funny.

Cassian didn't get ready for this suddenly impromptu date. He was too busy standing in the middle of the kitchen, face red as could be. Why had Mehtab wanted to be cumin in his mouth??? Darn spices.



Cassia squeaked out the single letter text. Then he didn't even make himself extra presentable for being picked up...or maybe warn his dad.

"Were you expecting someone, Cass?" Eli Norris asked as he headed towards the door. The 43 year old man opened the door and it was obvious quickly where Cassian had gotten the majority of his appearance from. He was a fairly attractive man with skin and hair a similar color to Cassian's. The only difference was that his eyes were a deep, olive green....and he actually seemed to have the ability to grow facial hair.

Eli raised both brows, then turned to glance back into the house, "Your company is here, Cassian." he said calmly and the small boy, in a unicorn t-shirt and PJ pants patterned with bacon and eggs stumbled down the stairs awkwardly. "Yes dad, thank you," he muttered and Eli stepped away from the door with an amused smile. After all. Not everybody met his son at the door with flowers.

"Hi, I'm uh..not dressed yet." he sheepishly said, then looked at the flowers. "Are those for me?"

Cassian awkwardly held the flowers with both hands, looking at them, then at Mehtab. "Can I..put these in some water first? They might wilt if I leave them in your car..." he said, half stepping towards the stairs before Eli stepped in. "Let me take those, kiddo. I'll make sure they're nice and watered, you put some shoes on and go have some fun." The blue eyed boy looked down at his shoes, then up at his father.

"I'm in breakfast pants." he said. Eli grinned, "Oh, and I'm sure with as handsome as you are, you'll be eaten right up. Now put some shoes on." Cassian didn't fight it and pulled on a pair of slip-on shoes. It really completed the 'I just rolled out of bed' look her had going on.

Not that he had. He'd cooked an entire meal in his pajamas.

"Where are we going?" he asked as he closed the front door behind him, sighing deeply as he pocketed his phone. At least between the two of them they looked like an utter fashion disaster.

Eli raised both brows at the sudden assurance that no, Mehtab Hasan was not going to eat his son.

"Well, if you do end up doing so, make sure you get all of his pieces home before it gets too dark. Lord knows what happened the last time he was gone all night."

Oh yeah. When Alphard had dumped a beaten-down Minchir on his couch and that had been an awkward thing to explain (Cassian had explained over text twice what his cover story was). "I trust when Cassian is ready to properly introduce you, he'll at least have a 10 minute period to know you're coming over and maybe not be in his pajamas to do so."

Cassian awkwardly sat in the passenger seat of Mehtab's car, buckling himself in and sinking into the slightly weed-scented vehicle. It was weed with a side of febreeze. It was...strangely nice, actually.

"Walmart?" he tried to not look turned off by the idea, "o..okay..." Apparently he'd heard a lot of stories about Walmart.

As the car moved, Cassian leaned his head against the window, sighing as he watched the buildings and other cars driving by outside. It was quite the sight, to be honest, but sometimes it wasn't the most impressive sight. Still, he tried his best to enjoy it.

Mehtab's musical tastes were met with mixed reception. He wasn't sure that a banjo was supposed to sound that nice, and he also wasn't sure if this counted as Country Music because nobody was singing about lost loves, dogs, and stolen trucks. Clearly, he had a very specific idea of what American-side Country Music was supposed to be. Then again, his own CDs of Romanian tunes probably would have been similarly received.

Dragostea Din Tei did not count as a proper introduction to the genre.

"I'm from Greece, not Mars," he teased, looking over to Mehtab with a smile. "Pizza ones are the best. Especially if you just stack them all on top of each other and hope for the best."

"Which means he likes pasta and garlic bread." Cassian replied to the bad, but very well played, joke. "I'd go to war for spaghetti and garlic bread, tho. I mean, who wouldn't?" He paused for a long moment before adding; "Vampires. Vampires wouldn't go to war for garlic bread." Their loss, really. He stepped out of the car and with a brief look around, suddenly didn't feel like the oddest dressed person there.

Sure, his bacon and egg pants weren't his finest formal wear, but he also wasn't using leggings in place of pants (and he saw at least one a** hanging out of said leggings) and had brushed his hair. Kind of. He probably looked perfectly normal walking next to Mehtab who definitely fit in about as well as he did himself. "That sounds like a safe circuit, right?" he wasn't sure how this store was laid out, but he imagined food things were together on one side and Nerf guns were on the other. "I'll eat sardines and ketchup on Pizza. Generally, there's nothing I won't eat." Not that he necessarily liked some of those things and he could have been considered picky, but how did one cook anything exciting and new if they never tried anything exciting and new?

"Toys first," he nodded, passing stares with someone who eyeballed his PJ pants too hard. "Or we can make it a race and see who can grab what first." Not that the Toys category didn't have a definite...advantage. Hmmm.

It was cute that Mehtab didn't think that Cassian would make him sit down for a scary movie sooner than Halloween.

"If you think Garlic Bread is the best, I have some surprises for you, I assure. Like Garlic-cheese sourdough pull bread." Because Cassian had lived off that for two weeks once. His insides hadn't appreciated it after a while, but oh, his tastebuds were so, so, so very happy with him.

"So I'm grabbing Lunchables and....what else?" he waited patiently, nodding along with any additions that Mehtab added to his food-collecting-tab before he was off. Or at least partially off to collect his food items. Cassian would ultimately make it back up to the register with a few items too many - including a white unicorn kigu with a golden horn, chili flavored chocolate, and...squid jerky.

He looked extremely pleased with himself.