Owen sent his letters diligently to the manor over the next couple of days through Ianto, the other man bringing replies that brought more joy to him than he had thought possible since Katie's death. The day of their date however was different. Instead of just a letter to send he had to send a date box, something that he had been working on for a while now, to give Wednesday clues as to where they were going for their date and what they would be doing. This he decided to deliver in person as he wanted to leave for their date almost straight away.

He had driven to the ceremony and set everything up necessary for the date so that he could just lead Wednesday there when he picked her up. Andy had been kind enough to stand guard over his preparations to stop anyone from ruining this for them. He had then driven to the manor, grabbing the date box from the passenger seat as he arrived. He walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell and waiting for Lurch to appear as he knew that the other man would. He handed the box off to the man as he was led into a small reception room. He would wait there while Lurch took the box to Wednesday and she would join him there when she was ready to leave, or so Ianto had told him anyway when he had questioned the protocol of delivery the date box himself.

Normally it would have been sent through Ianto or someone else, but as he wanted the date to follow the delivery it was much more sensible for him to bring the box himself. Now he just hoped that she liked it. The box was meant to be both a gift and a clue to the date and he hoped that he had done well, but he supposed only time would tell. The box only had a few things in it really, a chequered black and grey shawl to show that they would be outside and that she should dress warmly, the chequered print also a clue towards a picnic. The picnic angle was also shown by the small black wicker picnic basket filled with cookies, he had a larger black picnic basket set up in the graveyard with more filling food. There was also a small miniature graveyard ornament that he had looked for, he had hoped that he would find something like it, but hadn't held out much hope, Cardiff however seemed to have a lot more weird and wonderful places than he had known about. The last thing in the box was a picture of the tree that he had laid the blanket under, the tree that they had stopped under to talk when they had left the hub that day all those weeks ago.

As he waited in that reception room he wondered how his gift was accepted, and what the family thought of his gift, because there was no way that they would not take an interest. He was almost one hundred percent sure that this gift would be take into account in their judging of him, because they would be judging him to make sure he was good enough for their little girl.

It was surprising to him how nervous he was, but then again he hadn't really tried to do the dating thing since Katie and he had never undertaken a formal courtship. In saying that though this courtship seemed to be moving at a much faster pace than what he would have thought, but he supposed that he didn't really mind that much as long as it didn't make him look bad to Wednesday's family.

Ianto had assured him in confidence that the family did like him, he couldn't really say much as a decision on his status with the family had to come from the matriarch Ianto had informed him, but he had mentioned it to stop him from being so nervous. It hadn't worked exactly, he was still nervous, really nervous; in fact if he was alive he was pretty sure that he would be sweating. At least that was one good thing about being dead, no body odour other than decomposition - which didn't seem to be occurring, something else that he was glad off.

Wednesday entered the room not long after he had arrived, maybe half an hour later, with Lurch following behind her, her elected chaperone most likely. She was dressed completely in black, the black and grey chequered shawl held in her hands and held out to him to place around her shoulders. He did so, securing it with a clasp that he had kept out of her box, a gift that he was sure she would enjoy. taking it out of its small box he gathered both sides of the shawl, holding them together as he clasped him into the tarantula clasp he had found for her.

At the sight of the clasp she a had let a small half smile half smirk land on her face fleetingly before it disappeared and she was leading him out of the manor to where he had parked his car. He drove to the graveyard, Lurch in the front passenger seat and Wednesday sat in the back staring out of the window, absently touching her clasp and smirking.

Owen was hopeful that she was thinking about him, probably about how she had managed to catch him against his will and turn him to her way of thinking. But he had never really been unwilling, just rather cautious. Okay, so maybe more than a little cautious, but he knew what Ianto was capable off, he didn't want to take on the whole family.

When they reached the area that he had decided to park the car in he killed the engine before getting out of the car, Lurch doing the same, and he then opened the door for Wednesday, helping her out of the car and closing the door behind her. He then locked the car and offered her his arm to hold as he directed her towards the graveyard and the waiting picnic. It was a short walk, and Andy was stood just off to the side of the blanket, having not wanted to ruin anything.

Owen greeted Andy thanking him for standing sentry something that made Wednesday snort a bit. He didn't know why though and the look Andy threw him promised him a lot of pain if he even thought about asking. He led Wednesday to the blanket helping her sit herself down against the tree before inviting both Andy and Lurch to join them. He then began to unpack the large picnic basket, revealing a small selection of some of the Addams families' favourite delicacies.

Owen sat down next to Wednesday couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face as he realised that not only Wednesday, but the other two seemed to be enjoying his cooking as well. It meant that he had done it right, if it was only one person enjoying it he may have felt as though they were trying to spare his feelings a bit, but then he realised who he was with and what he knew of their family. Sparing someone's feelings were not high on their priorities really, the only one that seemed to even attempt it was Ianto, and that was only when dealing with victims, their families or tourists with bad fashion sense, he had a feeling it might have been a result of some weird training given to him by Torchwood London though and not due to any inborn trait.