Pasta
His mom makes the best pasta – Linguini, Fetuccini, Bolognese, you name it.
So when he overhear her telling Stella that she hasn't had a decent plate of spaghetti in ages, he took it as her ay of telling him that a nice night with the family should be in order.
She doesn't seem anxious at all. She dresses quite daring, in a long, flowing skirt. She's pretty sure that his parents will love her, teasing him casually about the polo and tie he has decided to wear. He needs to clean up to impress his father – he always has.
He's even more nervous than she.
It is no surprise that his mother finds her extremely gorgeous and endearing – no awkwardness on the kiss on the cheek like they were best friends from long ago.
In the mean time, he shakes his father's hand formally. For once in his life, he has brought home something with which his father would be pleased. He doesn't show it, but father thinks Lindsay is beautiful and amazing and clearly out of Danny's league.
His mom embarrasses him as usual with naked baby photos. She has a quick, intellectual reply ready for everything they ask her. Impressive.
"He talks about you all the time…"
"He's never been this crazy over a girl before…"
"You two are so cute! When's the wedding?"
"You take care of my boy here, Lindsay."
"Daniel, we say grace in this house, remember?"
She flirts a little with his dad. She fawns and praises Danny around her mom. She is an expert at this.
The women swap pasta recipes before leaving. They seems said that she has to go.
If she learns how to cook like his mom… God forbid that wedding will be sooner than he expected.