Quadr Angle
"Morgana ..." Darkwing, the first time in a long while stumbled over his words. "I'm sorry if I ... if that was ... a bit distressing. I feel somewhat ... uncivilised."
"Oh, no concern at all." She brushed the matter away with her hand. "I know you love me, Dark."
"You called me Drake. All that while, you called me Drake."
"Well, I knew you were in there somewhere."
"Well, I'd ... better go to bed." Gosalyn dashed around the table, heading for the trap door.
Darkwing snatched her up into his arms. "My little girl, I'm so proud of you."
Gosalyn hugged him back.
What's it like to fly, DW?" Launchpad gazed at Darkwing.
"It's incredible, Launchpad. Although, I was ..." He stopped speaking. "I'm ..." He turned to the window. "Now I understand all these things that my head's been filled with. Sound maps, help you make flight plans. And ... and of course I want to chase things. It's the next best thing to actually flying." He sighed. "That spell gave me a taste of freedom, and it wasn't bad at all. It was fantastic!" He crowed. "Oh, I am going to find another excuse to do that again!"
"Well ..." Gosalyn hesitated her answer. "It is winter now, but it won't be for too long. And then, you know, it'll be summertime again. And ... then there's camping."
"Oh, I can't wait for summer." He winked at Gosalyn. "Morg, after Christmas, why don't we all go somewhere warm for a holiday?" He stepped up next to Launchpad, determined to argue despite having won by a landslide already. "Hey, Launchpad, we missed it last year because I came down with a cold. What do you think? Lots of sand, sun, and surf?"
"Heh, you're preaching to the choir, DW."
"Morgana..." Darkwing's eyes rested on her face. "Starlight, a tropical summer night's breeze. Fresh and warm."
He turned away from them. "Peace and quiet. No aeroplanes, no helicopters, no search lights, no snipers."
"Dad ... that was a spell that did that ..."
"Ha, but I've learnt something, haven't I? Malduck taught me, how to turn myself inside out. Outside out is no difference."
"Why not tonight?" Morgana interrupted. "I've closed up till Friday. We can come back and have Christmas all fresh."
"And ..." Gosalyn added, "the risk of something to stop it from happening is a lot narrower."
Moral/Overview: Don't let anything stop you from having a happy Christmas break either!
