internet, meet [insert title of glam's webseries]

[mxglam]

To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.

News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.

And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.

"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."

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[thinkering]

Bella sits down and points out a chair for Sadde. "What's for dessert, Mom?"

[kindestgarden]

"Nanaimo bars!"

[mrglam]

Oh, okay, there's a subject he can actually contribute with, namely: his insatiable curiosity. "What are those?" he asks as he takes the seat and very much does not take Bella's hand in his, he can deal with his nervousness on his own, he'll probably even hurt her by squeezing too much and then Transit - what's his name?! - will send him to the Birdcage and then kill him-

[kindestgarden]

"Wafer crust, buttercream middle, and melted chocolate on top. They're delicious."

[mrglam]

"Oh, that sounds really good!"

Did that sound stupid? It sounded stupid. He looks at Bella, keeping the smile plastered on his face with the eyes of a hunted animal in front of a bird of prey.

[thinkering]

Bella pats his knee reassuringly. "They're great, Mom makes them all the time."

[sundayfish]

Transit starts serving himself potato casserole and passes on the spatula.

[mrglam]

Okay, there's no way he can screw getting food up, is there, he serves himself some food, he definitely does not drop any food on the table as he's doing it, all's fine, all's good.

Bella, meet spatula.

[thinkering]

Bella serves herself casserole and accepts salad and takes a hot dog and digs in.

[mrglam]

Right! Hot dogs, those are things, too, and salad.

...his brain is going kaput now. Especially because, well, he's meeting his girlfriend's (obligatory pause for squealing about the fact that she's his girlfriend, Sadde still squeals internally about that fact) parents, and there's no conversation going on and he's not actually talking to them or meeting them it's just food! Sadde does not deal terribly well with a lack of conversation.

[kindestgarden]

Once everyone has served themselves food Bella's mom fills this gap. "So Bella wasn't able to tell me very much about what you like to study in school because apparently you're very secret-identity about talking to each other there?"

[mrglam]

"Oh, yeah," well mostly she's very secret-identity, but. "Um, math? I like math, and music, too." Stop sounding like a moron! "Physics, as well, it's fun."

[kindestgarden]

"Ooh, a quantitative type. What sort of music do you do?"

[sundayfish]

(Meanwhile, Transit discovers that the casserole is a little cold in the middle and goes to brush aside a dishtowel that is hiding the microwave. Bella shuts her eyes.)

[mrglam]

"Choir-" he starts, but then notices Bella. "Everything alright?"

[thinkering]

"Yes, I'm fine, I just can't look at the microwave because Mom needs to have guests over and cannot have a Tinkertech microwave."

[mrglam]

"You can't look at it? That's adorab- er."

[thinkering]

"It has a potato setting and can't identify a potato!"

[mrglam]

Sadde starts giggling helplessly.

[thinkering]

Lorica is carried along enough to giggle slightly.

[kindestgarden]

"There, there. We can identify potatoes for it," Lorica's mom says.

[mrglam]

Sadde looks at Bella like- like he thinks she's adorable and amazing and fantastic and lovely and all that jazz. "Anyway, yeah, choir. I like singing a lot, actually, and if Bella ever finds the time in her busy schedule I should probably get her to watch a musical or two with me." His nervousness seems to be somewhat gone, now, at least while he's looking at her.

[thinkering]

"Are you going to sing along the whole time?"

[mrglam]

"...well if you don't want me to I'm not."

[thinkering]

"It might make it harder to hear the original performance."