Donald couldn't believe his luck. The night was beautiful, the boys were behaving themselves, he hadn't been fired by Uncle Scrooge in weeks. Not to mention he, Mickey and Goofy had just finished filming a rather successful TV special, and he had money to spare.

That's why he'd finally gotten himself together and asked Daisy out on a proper date. It really had been too long, he thought, since the two of them did something like this, and he knew Daisy was ecstatic. He couldn't suppress a tiny smirk as he straightened his tie and waistcoat, standing in front of the mirror. checking his watch, he grabbed his suit jacket and headed downstairs.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie were sprawled on the couch watching "Ninja Lumberjacks" part…eh, fifteen? Didn't matter. They were being quiet and not destroying anything. Which was awesome.

"Hiya, boys."

The triplets turned to their uncle, "Hey, Uncle D." Huey spoke. "Lookin' sharp."

"Didn't know you had a suit, Uncle D." Louie.

Donald gave a good-natured eye-roll, "I do my best to keep it far away from you three. Otherwise I wouldn't."

Dewey next; "Aw, c'mon Uncle D, we're angels."

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely." Donald buttoned his jacket and grabbed his wallet and keys, "I'll be back late. Don't stay up past midnight."

"We won't!"

"Have fun!"

"Will you bring me back some leftovers?"

Donald smiled, "Goodnight, boys," and shut the door.

III

"Oh, Donald! This is lovely," Daisy had been so enchanted from the second he'd picked her up, happy to finally get to do this sort of thing again. With work for both of them and taking care of the boys for…well, both of them, they didn't get a lot of time for themselves. She'd been grinning for what seemed like hours.

Donald was enchanted as well, proud of himself for making her so happy. Not to mention how absolutely stunning she looked, having worn a dark burgundy number that did her wonders, and having spent enough time on her hair and makeup that even Donald noticed the extra work. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

The waiter came to their table. "More wine, monsieur?"

"What do you think, Daze?"

"Goodness, I'd better not."

Donald turned back to the waiter, "Just the check, please."

When he left, Daisy sighed wistfully. "We really should do this more often."

Donald swallowed down the last of his merlot; "I agree. But if we kept doing this I'd have to sell my house."

Daisy giggled. "Don, it's not like we have to come here every time. I'd be alright with grilled cheese at your house, for goodness' sake."

"I have three gremlins running around my house."

"Adorable gremlins. But I suppose we could do my house."

The check arrived soon, and Don and Daisy exited the restaurant into the temperate summer's night. Donald's car was parked only about a block away; neither of them felt it was necessary to have the valet park for them. But perhaps that would've been better.

As the couple passed an alleyway, they heard a rough, slurred voice from behind them. "Hey, baby," Don and Daisy turned quickly to the source, "How'd you like to hang with a fun guy like me, huh?"

The man wasn't alone; he had two cronies shadowing him. None of them looked very intimidating to be honest, and if Donald were alone he might've stuck around for a fight just for the heck of it—it had been a while, after all. But with Daisy there, he knew they'd be better off just leaving. "Look pal, we don't want any trouble—"

"I ain't talkin' to you, tiny. I'm takin' to the girl. What do you say, lady?"

Donald kept himself firmly between the three and Daisy, gearing up for a short scuffle, and backing away little by little. "Look mac, she's not interested. Go find someone else."

The man glared at Donald. "I said, I was talkin' to the lady, duck."

Very quickly, one of the goons rushed in from the side and grabbed Daisy's arm.

Don immediately jerked to action, "Hey, you sonova—"

But he was too late. That is, too late to stop the carnage unleashed by his girlfriend.

"Don't you DARE touch me you low-life, slimy—"

Donald could only stand back and watch, still surprised by Daisy's vocabulary after all these years (and he was a sailor, for gosh sakes…). The three unfortunate scamps were treated to a verbal thrashing punctuated by strikes from her purse. It was glorious.

When the men finally managed to escape and make a run for it, Daisy took a breath and straightened her hair before walking back to Donald. He was standing, watching her with a funny little half-smile. She caught his eye, and returned his grin for a reason she couldn't explain.

"What? What's that look for?"

"…It's like falling for you all over again."

Daisy's cheeks went deep red. Don rarely said anything so outright, but aimed well when he did. She looked down to the ground, beaming.

Donald put a finger under her chin and made her look up, giving her a peck. "Let's go home, toots."

She locked her arm around his. "Lead the way, darling."