Suddenly there was chaos.
Dash had loudly chirped, "I'll get it!" and zoomed past Jack Jack's high chair, causing it to fall sideways, but Jack Jack had already began levitating. Violet was torn between flinging herself amongst the battle to answer the door and racing to the mirror in the family room to check her hair one last time. Helen reached for Dash, sat him firmly back into his chair, and nabbed Jack Jack out of the air after restoring his high chair onto its legs. Bob helped himself to more casserole.
Holding Jack Jack, Helen opened the door with unexpected composure. "Hello, Tony. Come on in. Vi's just getting her things," she said, smiling.
"Thanks, Mrs. Parr," Tony said, stepping inside. "Well, this is a nice place you have here," he said with his natural courtesy and coolness.
"Thank you, Tony. How sweet… Violet! Where'd you vanish to?"
Violet walked briskly into the family room, shooting a small glare at her mother and then grinning at Tony. He looked amazing. His soft chestnut hair was perfect, as always, and the white long-sleeved button-down he was wearing with a pair of dark denim jeans made him look additionally dashing. It was like he had reserved this look only for her. Hopefully she looked the same to him, dressed in her cream-colored capri pants, lavender blouse, and jean jacket. She tucked one side of her hair behind her ear.
They just looked at each other fora minute before Tony cleared his throat. "Uhmm… Hey Violet. You all set to go?"
"Yep, all set. Bye everyone," Violet said, starting for the door. Bob rose from the table.
"Just a minute," he said starkly, coming over to them. Violet's indigo eyes pleaded with him, and he gave her a reassuring wink.
Tony, coolness still intact, looked up at Bob and offered him his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Parr."
The warm gesture caught Bob slightly off-guard, but he didn't show it. He didn't expect the kid to have any real courtesy. He thought it was just a show to win them over, but perhaps he was being too over-critical. The boy seemed sincere.
"Hmm. Nice to meet you too, Tommy," He said, shaking his hand, not being careful to control his super strength. "It's Tony, Dad," Violet said out of the corner of her mouth, but Tony appeared not to have minded to the name mix up, nor the almost crushing handshake he had unknowingly brought upon himself.
Bob released his hand. "You two have a nice time, but we'd like Vi home by nine thirty."
Helen cleared her throat and nudged him. "Alright," Bob said, "Ten at the latest."
Tony grinned and Violet silently exhaled aloud in relief. "Thanks, Dad. See you later, then," she said, opening the door. Tony waved and closed it behind them.
Helen gave her husband's hand a squeeze. "You did great, honey," she said. Bob shrugged, giving a small smile. "I didn't like 'im," he said, smirking. Helen chuckled, him joining in. She leaned up on her tip-toes and gave Bob a kiss on the cheek. The two walked back into the dinning room, their arms around each other's waists.
"But did you really have to crush the guy's hand like that?" Helen asked.
Bob frowned. "It was just a friendly handshake, hun."