Title: Before the Date
Genre: Humor, Family
Summary: Amy prepares for her first date with Ian. Fiske, Nellie, and Dan all have comments...and advice.
Word Count: 374
Other Notes: I know this is kind of short and is more Cahill-esque than Amy/Ian, but it's something I came up with a while ago and it didn't feel right expanding it. And I haven't updated in a while, so here you go.
"Is that make-up?" Dan asked, raising an eyebrow. Amy fought the urge to smack the smirk off his face.
"You're too young to wear make-up," Fiske said, frowning. Amy flushed. Before she could reply defensively, Nellie came to her rescue.
"My parents let me wear make-up when I was nine. Amy, you look so pretty," Nellie gushed. "I love the skirt…and Ian will too." She winked.
"It's too short," Fiske argued, scrutinizing Amy's floral skirt. "Back in my day, any skirts that ended above the knee were considered scandalous."
Nellie rolled her eyes. "Back in your day, people still wore tailcoats and top hats." She grinned. "See, back in my day, Indie and Bohemian clothing was all the rage. And everyone had piercings somewhere on their body, on their belly button, tongue, eyebrow, nose…" She touched her silver snake nosering surreptitiously.
Dan snickered. "Amy, you should get a snake nosering like Nellie's. You know, as a reminder of Cobra every time you take a breath."
"No piercings until you're thirty," Fiske told Amy hastily.
Amy gritted her teeth. "Are you guys done? Because I think I really want to leave right now."
"Just remember to be yourself," Nellie reminded her, "and I don't see how Ian Kabra can not fall for you. You're amazing, smart, and pretty. You're going to seduce the pants off of him."
"Not literally, though," Fiske said, looking quite alarmed. "Amy, if he's too forward, don't be afraid to use tae kwon do."
"And then we can kick his butt later," Dan said, assuming some ridiculous ninja stance. "We'll make him sorry he ever met Amy, right, Fiske?"
"Exactly, Dan."
Amy made a funny noise. However, the doorbell rang just then, so the most she could do was shoot her brother and great-uncle glares before turning and walking out of the kitchen. Calls followed her retreating footsteps.
"Be back before eight!"
"Have fun!"
Amy opened the door just as Dan called, "Try not to fart during a romantic moment!"