React and Interact

Pair: May and Rolf (romance)

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"You are in luck, girlfriend-of-a-son-of-a-shepherd," Rolf declared, placing his hand on the small of May's back, "Rolf's family is in high spirits this evening. It is quite likely they shall approve of our relationship."

"Are you sure they're gonna like me, Rolf?" May asked uncertainly, straightening the skirt of her new dress, "'Cause you said they don't really like… nobody."

"Come now, blonde-haired-May-girl, what is there not to like?" The dark-haired boy asked, pulling his girlfriend closer. "There are many qualities you have which Rolf's family will value."

"Like what?" The blonde inquired, looking hopefully up at the self-proclaimed son-of-a-shepherd.

"Well, we take for instance your large teeth." Rolf replied, tapping the two front teeth that protruded past May's others.

"Huh? What about 'em?" May's tone became dangerously accusatory, but Rolf didn't seem to take notice as he continued speaking.

"In my home country, such teeth would be considered a symbol of power and strength, you know." He told her, smiling as she brightened up.

"Really?"

"But of course! And there is no one who can put away as much of Rolf's homemade dishes as you can. This is true, is it not?" The foreign boy continued.

"Well… your cooking is pretty good, my little meatloaf." May replied, nudging him in the side.

"Rolf must agree. Your strength will be much valued as well. You would make a very good worker in the old country."

"I would?"

Rolf chuckled. "Blonde-haired-May-girl, Rolf's family will have nothing but good feelings toward you, this is certain."

With this assurance, May followed Rolf up the walk to his house and through the door, where she was greeted with boisterous 'hellos' and offers of food.

Hours later, Rolf and the newly-accepted May exited the house, stuffed full of traditional food and family tales. "Rolf cannot believe you bested Nano in a competition of expectoration!" The boy exclaimed, still shocked.

"What, you mean the spittin' contest?" May asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, precisely! This has never been done before! It was a historic moment in Rolf's household."

"Naw, it was nothin'. I never even win at my house." May blushed, falling in step with Rolf.

"But what did Rolf tell you? The family of a son-of-a-shepherd will not hear of you leaving now. You must return for dinner another day."

May smiled up at the boy as they walked back toward the trailer park. "I think I'd like that," She grinned, "…my Meatloaf."

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Author's Note: Yes, May calls Rolf 'meatloaf.' At least she wasn't calling him 'pork sausage,' like I originally planned… I also had fun coming up with Rolf's nicknames for her.