DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

Arthur was exited. He hadn't seen Cobb in a while, and a nice lunch was exactly what he felt like. The kids could play with James and Phillipa, and he and Ariadne could catch up with an old friend.

Arthur smiled as he began to knot his tie. In fact, he was so exited with promises of the day, that he barely noticed the small brunette boy wonder into their room. He noticed his reflection in the mirror and turned around.

"Hi buddy," he smiled.

Thomas stared up at his father in admiration. After all, he had the coolest dad in the world.

"Hi Daddy," he replied, twisting his feet slightly. Arthur couldn't help but notice the slight blush along his cheeks.

"You alright? You're looking a little…bashful."

Thomas nodded and jumped up to sit on his parent's bed. He watched Arthur get ready for a few silent moments, before talking again.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"How do you get a girl to love you?"

Arthur stopped getting ready. He turned around on his heel and looked at Thomas, who was kicking his feet on the sides of the bed. He stared for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Um….what?"

"How do you get a girl to love you?" Thomas repeated, with a slight hint of arrogance in his voice.

"Do you like a girl?" Arthur countered, eyebrow raised.

Thomas paused. "…Maybe."

Arthur's face cracked into a smile. "Who is it?"

"I can't say!"

"Ok fine. Well…does she like you back?" Arthur asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Thomas shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Which is why I need to get her to love me."

Arthur found himself grinning again. He often pictured teaching Thomas his secrets of picking up girls, only he had planned waiting until he was older. But after looking at his son and realising this was nothing more than a childhood crush, he decided to humour him. "Ok, well, you need to romance her."

"Romance her?" the younger boy repeated in near shock.

"Yeah, you know, flowers, chocolates, compliments. Anything like that."

Thomas looked at the floor for a moment in deep concentration. "Hmm. Ok. What if she already has flowers?"

Arthur's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Well, she has flowers on her desk everyday," Thomas explained. "And it was her birthday the other day, so all the other teachers gave her lots of flowers."

Arthur froze. "Other…teachers?"

"Yeah, Miss Page is my teacher," Thomas said bluntly.

Arthur hovered for a moment. "Um…"

"Anyway, it's fine," Thomas said, jumping down from the bed. "I'll think of something else."

Arthur was left standing still while his son skipped out of the room, as if nothing had occurred. He looked at the floor in sheer disbelief.

"…Well…like father like son."