You saw it on KP, Disney owns it.
This chapter is about Kim and Ron's first day dating. It's pretty much all fluff, though it was fun to write and will have relevance to what follows. However, if you're looking for action, jump to chapter 3, for the beginning of a new mission. Enjoy!
I.
With surprising speed, things had returned to normal at the Possible home. The family finished cleaning the house while Kim and Ron were at the Prom (save the world, and you too can get a pass on chores). Other than the whining of the force field generators in the family room, one would never have known that a giant Diablo robot had been running amok just hours ago.
Kim came down to find the usual morning scene in the Possible family kitchen: her two brothers teetering on the edge of mayhem as they flung food at one another and worked on their latest gadget, her father serenely reading his newspaper and drinking his coffee, and her mother preparing a meal, ever the calm at the center of the storm.
"Good Morning Kimmie! Would you like some bacon and eggs?" Ann Possible asked.
"Sounds tempting Mom, but I'm waiting for Ron; I invited him over for breakfast. I hope you don't mind …" Kim replied
"Hicka-bicka-boo …" Jim said as the small device in front of him began to hum and emit an amber glow.
"Hoosha! Kim's boooyyyyyyyyfriend is coming over. When's the wedding?" Tim said as he high-fived his brother.
"Boys, be nice," Kim's mother said to her precocious sons. Then, without missing a beat, she turned back to her daughter. "Mind? Not at all. When he gets here I'll make both of you omelets. I know how much Ron likes them."
"He likes anything on a plate," muttered Kim's father.
"Dad! Honey!" the two women exclaimed in unison.
Mr. Dr. P. chuckled. "Well, you have to admit, Ronald has a healthy appetite."
"Not unlike a certain young student I knew some years ago, James …" Anne retorted with a smile that made her husband blush and retreat behind the safety of the Examiner.
Kim watched the banter between her parents with amusement, then said, "Omelets sound spankin' Mom but, uh, actually, I thought I'd make Ron breakfast myself."
Ann Possible just stared. James Possible actually dropped his coffee. The twins stopped their food fight and forgot about their invention, which was still humming and glowing. Monster robots in the family room were one thing; Kim in the kitchen was terror on a wholly different scale. She scowled at her family. "What? You think I can't make Ron breakfast? That incident with the toaster last winter was so not the drama. Besides Nana told me she wanted to build a new kitchen."
At that moment the door swung open. A beaming Ron Stoppable walked through. "Good morning, good morning, Possible people! How are you all on this bon-diggity day?"
"We're great Ron," Kim said as she glared back at her doubting family. She moved over to her new boyfriend and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ron sensed something was going on but he wasn't sure what it was. Happily, it didn't seem to be anything he'd done.
While this was going on Tim and Jim exchanged glances, then Tim whispered, "No way he'll eat what she makes."
"Not if he wants to live," his brother replied.
At this their father glared at them, crooked a finger and beckoned them. The two boys came around the table to James who said, "Boys, what did your mother tell you? Be nice." Then very quietly he continued, "This is where the rubber meets the road. He'll eat it. But it won't be pretty. Trust me." The twins gawped at their father. Either he'd completely lost his mind or he was in possession of some secret knowledge that came only with great age.
Ron, noticing that Kim's mother was wearing her apron, licked his chops and let an anticipatory "mmmmmmmmmmmm" pass his lips; he loved her cooking. "So what kind of badical breakfast delight do you have in store for us today, Mrs. Dr. P.?"
"Actually Ron, I'm going to make you breakfast!" Kim announced cheerily.
Ron saw the big smile on her face. Kim? Cook? This is going to be worse than being trapped on the Simian Channel for the Running of the Apes! he thought. Somehow, he managed to keep smiling, when in reality he wanted to cower in fear, recalling Kim's past kitchen encounters. Oh, the carnage, the carnage, he said to himself before saying aloud "That's, uh, great KP! Uh, whatcha going to make?"
Kim's parents exchanged a glance and smiled as they both thought, Ron really is serious about our daughter.
"Pancakes!" she announced.
Pancakes. That meant batter. That meant … "You really think you're ready to use the blender, KP?" Ron asked nervously.
"Yes, I do." She was sounding just a bit hurt.
Ron noticed and recovered quickly. "Excellent then, Grasshopper! I can see that you must now be at one with the kitchen appliances," he said with a little bow.
Kim, smiling again, gave Ron another peck on the cheek, then looked at her family, and said smugly. "See, someone has confidence in my cooking abilities!"
Ron never dreamed that being in a relationship would be so fraught with peril.
II.
Aside from the need to call in the Hazmat team to clean up from Kim's attempt to make Ron breakfast, the two teens had a wonderful day. Ron surprised Kim by asking if she'd like to go to the mall. She knew that he hated shopping and so suspected something was up but still happily accepted the invitation. When they arrived he took her to Club Banana and told her to pick out the jacket of her choice. "Just pick out something girly. Something that Ned wouldn't wear" he said as he pushed her into the store. "I'll meet you back here in a few."
A little while later the teens left the shop with Kim wearing her new acquisition. She was pleased as they walked the mall holding hands, drawing appreciative glances from other shoppers. After a few moments Kim looked over and noticed a very satisfied smile on Ron's face. She stopped walking, took her hand from Ron's and placed both of hers on her hips.
"Ron Stoppable," she scolded. "You wanted to come to the mall so you could show me off!"
"No," he said defensively, "I really did want to buy you that jacket." Then he turned a deep shade of crimson. "But could you blame me if I wanted to show you off? I mean, here I am in public holding hands with the most beautiful girl in Middleton! This is one of the single greatest days in the life of the Ron-man!"
Kim gave Ron one of her nice try looks and Ron looked at his feet. Then she reached up, took his face in her hands and kissed him, right there in the middle of the mall. After a few moments she pulled back and whispered in his ear. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Ron. Now let's go so I can beat you at that Zombie Mayhem IV game I've heard you and Felix talk about." With that she turned and headed toward the arcade. Ron struggled but succeeded in not letting out a boo-yah right there.
From the mall they went to the playground where they ran around like kids, giggling, squealing, laughing. Then it was off to the tree house where Ron made Kim wait before coming up.
"Okay! The coast is clear," he called
Kim laughed when she climbed through the hole. She noticed the fresh paint covering the "no girls" warning he'd slapped up when she was dating Eric. The two teens enjoyed their private time in the aerie, grateful that Kim's dad couldn't see them. Neither of them wanted Ron to pay a visit to Frederick.
Ron dropped Kim off at her house later that afternoon with instructions to be ready for him to pick her up for their dinner date in three hours. She was burning with curiosity as to why Ron would need so much time to get ready for their evening together and where Ron would take her but she couldn't get any information from him. Kim told her mother that she was amazed that Ron was actually keeping a secret; he was congenitally disposed to blab.
"Well, did you try The Puppy Dog Pout?" Ann asked.
"Yes!" Kim replied.
"And it didn't work?" her mother asked with great surprise.
"No!" Kim answered with evident frustration. "He just kept saying, "Not gonna tell ya. Not gonna tell ya. Not gonna tell ya."
"Kim, this is serious. We cannot let your father know that it's possible to resist the Puppy Dog Pout. If he ever learned how Ron did that …" Ann Possible shuddered. She wanted to redo the bathrooms. Now, with the added cost of repairing the family room, she knew she'd need the power of The Pout.
"I know Mom," Kim said, sounding exasperated. "It's just so frustrating. And you know how I like to know everything."
"Yes, I do, dear. It's one of the reasons you're so good at flushing out the bad guys. But, it looks like you'll just have to be patient this time."
Kim growled, folded her arms and flopped down into a chair.
III.
The time passed quickly and Ron arrived at 7:00 sharp. Kim's dad opened the door, Ron offered a very polite hello as he shook hands and waited for his girlfriend. Kim didn't know what to wear so she had put on a dress that she knew Ron, indeed no-one other than Rufus, had ever seen – the one from the night she was trapped in the experimental Valkyrie 1000 shoes and couldn't slow down. He beamed as she came down the stairs. She was impressed, too. Ron was wearing a blazer and tie that actually matched. And on his feet were – shoes. Not sneakers, but real adult shoes.
He led her out to his scooter. They hopped on and drove off. With a bit more experience driving the modified bike under his belt, Ron now could exercise much better control of the vehicle. His mother was still terrified of the rockets but Ron had found a surprisingly supportive ally in his father who upon seeing the modifications just whistled and said, "Cool. Very, very cool."
Much to Kim's surprise they pulled up in front of Ron's house. Ron climbed off the bike, then helped Kim off. We're having dinner with Ron's parents? Kim wondered. That is so not romantic. Oh well, I guess I can't expect him to have mastered the romance thing in less than 24 hours.
As they approached the front door, Ron turned to Kim and said, "Welcome to Chez Ronald, madomwazelley," eliciting giggles from Kim.
"Hey, hey, no laughing at the maiter d or you'll get a bad table," Ron warned.
"Oh, really? And how many tables are there?" she asked sassily.
"One. And it's in great demand," he said.
"Are there, uh, any other diners coming tonight?" Kim asked, beginning to wonder what Ron had planned.
"Nope. Just you and me," he informed her. "The 'rents are out till 10:00."
Kim looked at Ron admiringly and thought, I underestimated you!
Ron opened the door and led Kim in. She gasped as he brought her into the dining room. The table was set beautifully: silver, bone china, crystal, two candles. Ron pulled out a chair for Kim. As she sat down she noticed a menu. She drew her breath when she saw the entrée was something called Risotto Kimberly. She was overwhelmed. Nobody had ever named anything after her before.
"Ron, this is so ferociously sweet …" she cooed.
He cut her off. "Ah, ah, ah. You've got to try it first! Then you can compliment le chef! Some of those fine Kim Possible kisses later would be most appreciated!"
Kim blushed – but she also smiled, enjoying both the compliment and the thought of satisfying Ron's request.
They enjoyed a salad of fresh field greens with a blood-orange avocado oil and an appetizer of scallop ceviche on black pasta cakes with cilantro salsa. Kim could hardly believe how good the food was.
"Ron this is so delicious!" she told him.
"Thanks KP," he said with evident pride, "Since Dr. D. messed with Bueno Nacho I had to come up with a Plan B for dinner. This seemed better than the Middleton House of Pizza."
Kim could barely resist talking with her mouth full. "Mmm. Please don' t take this the wrong way, but it's such the pity that Drakken didn't destroy Bueno Nacho sooner. You are an incredibly good cook!" she enthused, before adding with a mock frown, "Although maybe now I'm going to have to start worrying about my waistline …"
"And you are a very polite guest," Ron said. "Now let me clear these plates; our entrée will be ready in just a moment."
"I can't wait. Risotto Kimberly," she said dreamily. She didn't care how it tasted. While she loved the jacket Ron had bought for her earlier in the day, and the fact that he'd shown respect for her by playing the arcade games with her with the same competitive spirit he'd have played Felix, she was most moved that he had created something special just for her.
Ron came back from the kitchen carrying two plates that were giving off a wonderful aroma. "Dinner is served," he announced, just in time for the Kimmunicator to chirp.
TBC …