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"Tourmaline! Get down here! They'll be here any minute!" Slush called up from the kitchen, where he was making sandwiches. Dalton's were already finished, as the peanut butter (crunchy) and marshmellow fluff ones weren't too hard to make. Tourma's however, well they were a bit of an ordeal, but Slush didn't mind so much because he had gotten used to this whole vegetarian thing that she had gotten into lately.

By the time his daughter had arrived downstairs, Slush had finished the grilled veggie sandwiches for Tourma and packed them away into the basket he was preparing for the pair.

"TOURM- Oh! There you are!" He grinned when he turned around and was faced with his bemused looking daughter.

She was dressed in a bright, colorful skirt and a tank top. It was obvious that she was taking advantage of the warm weather, and that Isto didn't see her before she came downstairs. "No meat right?" The SM asked, peering over the counter and into the basket with a look of scrutiny.

"Of course not darling," he replied, packing in some sandwich baggies of apple slices, chips, and strawberries. Also packed were some bottles of Naked juice and a bottle of milk for Dalton.

"Good," she replied while he was putting the finishing touches on the picnic supplies, Slush shooed Tourma, who gave him a bored look as she went to find her flip flops before they arrived.

Surprisingly enough, it was Slush who had managed to bound to the door first, not Tourma, who had been only yards away when the doorbell rang.

"Hey guy- MY you've grown! Fifth already?" Slush chattered excitedly before opening the door wider and stepping aside for Dalton to come inside. "You two have fun!" He threw them a wink before waving them off.

Tourmaline was patiently leaning on the stairs' railing, expecting to see the same, though possibly bigger, Dalton. She wasn't in the least expecting him to be like her so soon. Needless to say, she was shocked, and her wide eyes and silence spoke for themselves.

"I'll go get the basket and stuff," her father commented briskly, leaving the two of them alone for a bit and intentionally taking his time.

"You're..." Tourma made a gesture towards him with her hand, eyes lifting to stare rather rudely at his hair. "You have cotton candy for hair..." Trailing off, she bit her lip as to not say what else she was thinking, as it would be rather not nice to suddenly proclaim redundantly that he was, in fact, black.

"Well, I'm glad I didn't get a mohawk," she said absently, glancing into the kitchen to see what was taking her mother so long. Really, he had everything carefully stacked together moments ago, how hard could bringing the pile outside really be?

His comment about her bracelet caused her to look down at her wrist, twisting it a bit as if examining it. "I figured... I should wear it." Yes, that seemed like the right answer. She returned the grin just as Slush returned with the basket, blanket, and a bag for the trash.

"Here you go, do you need hel--"

"No Mom, I can carry it." She interrupted, rolling her eyes before reaching up and taking the basket from him. Had it not been for her metal, the basket probably would have been too heavy for her, but as she was, it was quite light and managable. "Let's go," Tourma said simply to Dalton, giving a backwards glance to her beaming mother before heading out the door.

It was a short walk to their quaint little garden, and she set down the basket under a rather large oak tree before moving to lay down the blanket Slush had provided. "Sorry about him, Mom get's... Strange sometimes."

She blinked and simply stared for a moment as he sat in the middle of the blanket, having just witnessed his flip of embarassment. Unfortunately, it was too funny not to laugh, and so she did, while attempting to cover her mouth. "Ah... Sorry. I'm not laughing -at- you," Tourma attempted to explain as she sat down across from him carefully, she was wearing a skirt afterall.

Pulling the basket between them, she began to pull the various foods and the like from it, seperating them out accordingly. It was obvious to see which was his and which were hers sandwhich wise, simply because hers were exceedingly healthy for someone her age. "But yeah, Dad's worse... He nearly has a hernia if I so much as show any skin now that it's summer. It's annoying."

Maybe changing the subject would help?

"Awesome. I'd offer to beat him up, but I'm afraid I'd do some major damage..." She trailed off, following his lead and taking a bite of her own sandwich happily. Once she had swallowed, she answered his question, "Mom's the one who packed it." Obviously, Slush had been up to something.

Even though she knew this bit of information already, she couldn't help but blush at the compliment. It was quickly disguised with a hmph of displeasure at the mention of her father actually being 'right.' "I can take care of myself! I'm not a little kid anymore. God."

Really, she was able to do a lot more than other kids her age simply because of her strength alone, but then again, she couldn't just go for a swim like most people could. Either way, she could take care of herself!

She look surprised when he got defensive almost immediately, but simply took a rather violent bite of her sandwhich before reassuring him. "I'm not mad at you, and you wouldn't understand... You've never seen the state Dad gets in. I wouldn't be surprised if has a shotgun prepared for the first guy I date."

Shaking her head, she opened her own bottle of juice, taking a long swig of it before plowing into her sandwhich again.

Tourma choose to continue eating and say nothing in response to the current topic. Of course his parents wouldn't be like Isto, he was a guy and it really didn't seem like either of them were over protective. Not like her dad, in the least.

"A choreographer," she said almost instantly, finishing up her sandwich quickly. "Music videos and maybe even for bigger things. All else fails I'll be a dance teacher or something. What about you?" It was obvious that she loved to dance, because she positively lit up at the topic.

She raised an eyebrow momentarily before dropping it and acting as though she had heard no sort of compliment to her figure. Before she could change the subject however, he did it for her, and a smug grin pulled across her face.

"I help Dad with his motorcycle when he's off work, and when I was younger I used to take things apart and fix them. Make them work better even, which I still do, but I started young." Secretly, she had been making plans to 'borrow' Isto's bike when she got a little bigger.