The waiter is waiting patiently for them to order. Ollie's letting him take the lead, Tommy notes, slightly amazed, remembering all the times they fought to be first. Laurel places her own order but they both agree that they need some kind of red wine to process what they're seeing and decide to order a bottle. Felicity's whispering something in Oliver's ear when they turn and he nods, smiling, before turning to the waiter and letting loose a string of what Tommy thinks might be Italian.

The waiter practically lights up, exchanging a few more words which have Ollie looking down, abashed, this time a little slower, more hesitant as he says something else. The waiter seems amused, nodding at Felicity and Ollie grins, nodding to confirm whatever the waiter asks. Then the waiter confirms their orders and leaves.

"You can speak Italian?" Laurel bursts out, staring at Ollie.

"And Russian," Tommy can't help but add, the memory still stuck in his mind even now.

"Russian?" Laurel asks but Felicity is ignoring them, whispering something into Ollie's ears – the man leaning down automatically to better hear her. Tommy doesn't know exactly what the blonde is saying, but he doesn't need to; not with the way her finger's trailing up Ollie's forearm, not with the heated look Ollie gives her which has her sighing softly, licking her lips. Then she turns back to them, blinking, as if surprised to find she is not alone with Oliver.

Again.

It's becoming less and less funny how good these two are at tuning out the world around them.

"Oliver's unfairly talented with languages," Felicity confirms sagely, sounding both proud and pouting. She says it as if it's something they're all aware of. Tommy throws a look at Laurel but she looks just as confused as he feels.

"He is?" He finds himself asking, head tilted, eyes flitting between the pair as he tries to understand what he's seeing – and hearing – tonight.

Although he must admit to being amused with the way Felicity calls his friend 'Oliver'. Yeah, this is both the most Ollie-like he's seen his best friend since his return from that god-forsaken island, but it's also the furthest from it. They seem so smitten with each other, but then she says or does things which belie their apparent familiarity.

Everyone Ollie knows and loves – friends and family – calls him Ollie. It's who he is. Well, not his mother, but to be fair he struggles imagining Moira lowering herself to call anyone by anything so pedestrian as a nickname. The fact that this woman's here calling him 'Oliver' makes her seem more like a gold-digger who hadn't done her research. Although the gold-digger comment is fairly unlikely given their blasé comments about emptying his bank account.

Still.

He likes that she makes him happy, but he doesn't get the way she behaves or talks. At all.

"Yeah, I mean the Italian's just bits and pieces from our holiday, not fluency or anything," Oliver defends as if that would make it any less impressive.

Felicity nods in agreeance like that's a normal statement to make.

Tommy had been to Italy plenty of times before – with Oliver – and neither of them had ever picked up the language then.

Not to mention – when the hell had they had the time to go to Italy?

"But then there's the Russian," she nods at Tommy to confirm what he said.

"Arabic."

She's now counting on her hands and Tommy's eyebrows are in his hairline by now as he glances at Ollie and Laurel. There's a flush to Ollie's cheeks at the open praise but Tommy can at least see that Laurel is as surprised as he is.

"Mandarin. Cantonese. Japanese. Spanish – oh. And Tibetan."

Normally he'd put it down to bragging, over-exaggerating. God knows they'd done their fair share of that over the years. Except he had talked in Russian to Raisa and now in Italian to the waiter.

Besides, Tibetan? What the hell? Is that even a language? And what even is the difference between Mandarin and Cantonese? More to the point, when the hell did Ollie even have time? Who taught him? When? Where? What the fuck had happened on that thrice-damned island because being alone for five years? Yeah, you don't come back being a multi-lingualist.

"Wow," Tommy finally manages to say, "that's impressive."

And he does mean it – if Oliver can really speak all those languages? Impressive as hell. Doesn't explain a thing though.

"When and where did you learn that?"

Because isn't that the question of the day? He certainly didn't know this before the island.

"I wasn't always alone on the island," Oliver says slowly after a pause and Laurel gasps but Tommy just settles more into his seat. He'd known – intellectually, of course. Had understood that, ages ago. As had Laurel. But it's another thing to have it confirmed because he doesn't think that whoever else was there with him was his friend.

Suddenly Tommy remembers that day, weeks ago, when Laurel had spent the night crying herself to sleep in his arms. All she'd told him is that Ollie had scars; he'd never asked her how bad or how many, but is now wondering if he should have.

Felicity's smiling softly, patting Ollie's arm – comfort or a well-done for talking? If it's the latter it's more than a little patronising, but given his best friend's answering smile, he certainly doesn't seem to take it that way. Nevertheless, it's certainly the first time Tommy has heard anything other than 'it was cold', but clearly not the first time for Felicity, that much he can tell. Nor the only thing she knows about it.

Who the hell is this girl? Why does he trust her and not them – him, Laurel even? They'd been friends for years, decades even. He can't have known Felicity for more than a few weeks.

"That's all we get?" Laurel's asking this time, eyes narrowed at him, and much as he dislikes the jealous tone she's spoken with him, he can't disagree with the sentiment.

Instead of offended, his best friend looks amused.

"What did you expect?" Felicity asks in his stead, looking genuinely curious rather than jealous.

"I don't know," Tommy says slowly before Laurel can, because he doesn't want them to misunderstand the reason they're both interested in the first place. Doesn't want Ollie to put it down to just jealousy. Their long-standing friendship. The way they both love Ollie, have grown with him. "But I expected something more. Something to explain why you are this way. Why you trust her. Why you don't trust us."

Ollie's smile has fallen, given way to hurt and pain and he exhales sharply. Tommy barely notices the way Felicity wraps her hand around his best friend's supportively, using her other one to caress his arm, curled entirely towards him.

"Tommy," Ollie breathes and he can hear the thread of pain he's feeling too, deep inside himself, in his voice. "I'm sorry." He should take note that Laurel's once more not addressed, that the speech is directed entirely at him, not at her, but for now – it does feel like it's just them. The two of them. The ones who had been best friends since childhood.

"It's not that I don't trust you." Tommy gives him a sceptical side-eye and Oliver sighs. "Really, it's not. Those years away – they changed me. Fundamentally. The core of me. I don't want you looking at me differently. I don't want to destroy our friendship – it means too much to me."

There's an earnest sincerity in Oliver's voice, his eyes, when he looks back at him that makes it difficult to discount what he's saying as pure lip-service. His best friend means every word.

"Okay," Tommy concedes. "When you're ready, then. But, you have to know, you can tell me anything. I would never judge you."

There's a bitterness to the twist of Oliver's lips that tells him his friend doesn't believe him and he's about to insist, when Laurel's hand on his arm stops him short. He can't help but wonder what happened to his friend on that island that is so shocking, so terrifying, he thinks it would destroy decades of friendship rather than make Tommy stick with him all the harder.

"Topic change," the blonde at his best friend's side announces brightly, going for overt rather than any kind of subtlety. "What brought you out on a date today? Something to celebrate? Or just a couple's night?"

"This was actually going to be our first date," Laurel announces and, okay, maybe she wasn't quite as okay with this double-date as he'd thought she was because that tone? Yeah, Tommy knows that tone very well. He winces and can see the sympathy In Ollie's eyes when he shoots him a glance.

"Really?" Felicity asks, looking bemused. "I thought you guys had been together for some time now."

"Hey, honey, technically this is our first date, too," Ollie interjects; thankfully before Laurel can say anything more – potentially including their rather casual sexual relationship prior to his best friend's return.

"Really?" Tommy can't help but echo when the words finally register.

"Technically," Felicity agrees, "we really haven't had any official dates before now."

"I'm sorry your first date got turned into a double date, then," Laurel says with not-so concealed scorn in his direction. Tommy withholds a sigh. Making it up to her is going to be so much harder now that's not flush with cash. He'd thought they'd both been in agreeance that Ollie, new Ollie, comes first this once just because he was so different from the man they'd both once known so well.

"I don't mind," Felicity waves off. "We'll have plenty of dates to come. The important thing is that I get to meet his best friends."

Wow. Okay, that was smooth with a capital 's'.

"Besides, we'll have another last first date another day. This is our last first double date."

Alright – that's … forward. Tommy glances at Ollie, but where he expects his best friend to flail and panic, to back-peddle hard in their relationship at her words and get cold feet? Yeah, just like everything else tonight, it doesn't go the way he expects it to. Instead, he looks even more besotted with his girlfriend, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand and exchanging longing looks that make him take a quick sip of his wine so he can pretend he doesn't see.

"So, Ollie," Laurel yanks them out of their reverie this time, her voice deliberately above-conversational level loud. "What did you do today?"

"Nothing much," he says with a shrug, not that Tommy expected any different. He's about to divert attention from his best friend defending himself – again – for not having jumped feet first into a job at QC, when his friend lights up and turns to Felicity.

"I did do one thing I forgot to tell you about."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"I've placed a few calls this morning to realtors and arranged a few viewings for the next few evenings."

Realtors? Hold on, is Ollie suggesting they're- he gives Laurel a startled glance, expecting the same surprise on her face but instead there's only jealousy and anger as she downs the remainder of her wine glass. Tommy winces at the sight.

He'd nearly forgotten that Ollie taking Sara with him was in reaction to Laurel wanting to move in together. Yeah – that was always going to hurt. It's not that she has feelings for him still, he tells himself, it's that this is a sore spot. Nothing else.

"Did you tell them about-"

"Security? Yeah, I made sure. I'm sure you'll want to upgrade it, still, but yes."

Felicity nods, not looking at all surprised by the fast steps their relationship is taking, seemingly hurtling down towards marriage, given that they're discussing moving in before they have even had a first date.

"What parameters did you give them?" Felicity asks, the couple once again back to ignoring them fully; only this time he couldn't be more grateful he gets to listen in rather than try to talk to Laurel who has taken the time to refill her glass from the bottle. Tommy honestly isn't sure what he could say that would make this better.

"Large kitchen, around six bedrooms, fence and large enough grounds we can secure them. Basement which we could then fortify further – either for you to start up Smoak Tech, if you wanted or I'm sure we could get you in as CEO of Queen Consolidated if you want."

Ollie shrugs like it's no big deal, not seeming to realise Tommy's freaking out and Laurel's gone white with a mix of rage and jealousy. Personally, he's still stuck at disbelief.

"How did you get to six?" Felicity asks instead of any of the other perfectly valid questions Tommy would prefer her to ask – like about passing around his job as CEO as if the position wasn't currently filled and as if he had that large a hold over the company. Moira – yes, definitely – but Ollie? He also doesn't think that his best friend's mother would be quite so easily charmed by the petite blonde.

"One for us, one for Thea, one for guests."

"One for William," Felicity jumps in with a firm nod like it's a given. Who the hell is William?

Ollie nods and there's a tender smile on his lips as he looks at her.

"And two for when we decide to expand our family," his best friend says softly, a hand on her stomach as he smiles down at her.

Holy shit.

Laurel splutters beside him and he honestly doesn't feel any different, because… what?

"You're pregnant?" Laurel bursts out beside him and he can't fault her for it.

Tommy's still trying to remember how to use his tongue and form words, but otherwise, he's right there with her. Here he'd thought he was the one ahead of Ollie by starting to date one girl long-term and exclusively – or at least trying to – when it turns out his best friend's thinking about marriage, living together and having kids. With a girl he's not even been on one single date with!

And that girl seems to be right there with him. If Ollie wasn't his best friend, he'd say their particular brand of insanity is meant for one another but he feels like he should highlight at least a few of the red flags that keep coming up out loud to his best friend, because this is getting rapidly into ridiculous territory.

Both Ollie and Felicity turn to them as if they have, once again, forgotten that this is not, in fact, a private discussion and that they do, actually, have an audience listening in. At some point tonight they're going to give him a complex about how easy it appears to be to forget his existence.

"No," Felicity says, with a playful smirk on her lips, "not yet. I don't put out before a first date."

"Yet?" Tommy croaks. "As in you'll be trying for kids? Soon?"

Felicity shrugs. "Probably not too far off," she admits, like the thought isn't blowing her mind as much as it is theirs.

"And don't think I didn't notice you talking about two bedrooms, Mister," she tells Oliver, but there's a smile on her lips and his best friend visibly softens.

"As many as you'll have with me," he tells her and she's laughing.

"You're such a sap," she says, but there's a spark in her eyes and smile on her lips to go with the faint blush on her cheeks.

"Always for you," Ollie promises easily and, well, given tonight, Tommy can fully believe that, but he's still surprised his best friend doesn't appear the least bit offended. "Besides, I promise to be the best house-husband you could ever ask for while you go revolutionise the world and rake in billions."

That startles a laugh out of her and she leans over to give his best friend a short kiss in return; Tommy's certain the only reason the kiss remains short is that the waiter is dropping off their starter courses.

Thank God. He's not sure he can take any more revelations.

At least Laurel is here with him because by the time he's home tonight, Tommy is half-certain he will be wondering if he didn't try taking drugs again and hallucinated the entirety of this dinner.

They're half-way through exchanging platitudes (and Ollie feeding Felicity tastes of his food like the sickeningly cute couple they appear to be for all that he can't have known her for more than a handful of weeks), when Laurel tilts her head and then there's this glint in her eyes that Tommy recognises. If Ollie were looking he'd remember it, too. For all that Laurel is a lawyer and likes to have the moral high ground, she's surprisingly vindictive.

"Oh, Ollie, that's our song."

Yeah, that stings, although he thinks it was more aimed at Felicity than him, it still hit.

Oliver still looks nothing more than politely puzzled.

"It is?"

"Yeah, don't you remember? We were at that ball where you introduced me to your mum the first time as your girlfriend and we danced to this."

Ollie's brow rises.

"That wasn't a ball," he says decisively and wow, ouch that hurts, the way Laurel lights up when Ollie looks at her. She hates him one moment and the next she's back to reminiscing about the good old days. Sometimes Tommy wonders where he stands with her, and yet other days it seems so clear – and not in a good way.

"You remember," she breathes out, eyes soft. He's not sure why Felicity does nothing more than intertwine her hand with Ollie's but she's seemingly very secure in where his affections truly lie; Tommy wishes he could say the same.

"No," he denies, adding an apologetic, "sorry," when he sees the way Laurel's face falls.

"I just have never attended a ball unless you count when I was having dance lessons as a kid and didn't quite know how to say 'no' to my mum yet. But since then? Yeah, I've been to charity auctions, to family dinners, parties – but I run in the other direction as soon as mum makes any mention of balls. And she never quite stooped to the level of involving Speedy."

It remains unsaid but everyone at the table knows if Thea had been the one who asked for his attendance, Ollie, at any age, even now, would have folded like wet paper tissue.

"Yeah, I never quite got this having a song thing," Felicity admits, presumably to distract but it falls flat when Ollie, of all people, looks offended.

"You don't think we have a song?"

"I mean, we have a few songs we listened to at important times which we both remember, but a song?" Felicity's back-pedalling but clearly doesn't know how to answer the question without upsetting Ollie, of all people.

"We have a few songs," Ollie admits with a nod, "but there really isn't one that just makes you think of us?"

Felicity is flustered, but can only manage to shrug apologetically under his best friend's scrutiny.

"I'm sorry," she admits without actually confessing.

Ollie pulls his chair slightly sideways so he can better face her rather than the table between them.

"What about Fisher?" At her confused look he elaborates. "I will love you," he adds to clarify the song he means.

A giddy smile graces the blonde's lips, her cheeks darkening with a blush. "Such a sap," she accuses him, but there's a tearful note in her voice and her eyes glisten.

Ollie's smile widens and he looks at the woman beside him as if she hung the moon and stars in the sky.

"Til my body is dust, til my soul is no more," Ollie recites slowly in a low voice, eyes steadfast on his girlfriend and possibly future wife, tangling his hand with hers. "I will love you."

"Til the sun starts to cry and the moon turns to rust," Felicity responds, voice just as soft, just as intense, placing her hand on his chest, right over his heart, "I will love you."

Tommy watches, slightly transfixed by the strength of the emotion displayed right in front of him, unable to look away as his friend cradles Felicity's face between his hands. They're not even kissing, just looking and touching each other, yet he can't help but feel like an intruder.

No one has ever looked at him the way they look at each other. His dad doesn't even look like that on the rare occasions when he talks about Tommy's mom.

"You have my heart 'til the end of all time," he tells her, voice so soft and gentle it should not have carried even across the table, but Tommy thinks half the restaurant is probably watching them at this moment and his best friend's voice is clear and it carries further than it should in the quiet space.

"Forever and a day," Felicity says with a quiet sniffle, voice firm and he nods acquiescently, as if it's an actual agreement they're making between them. Ollie smiles adoringly at the girl, pulling her forward to press a chaste kiss to her forehead before he lets her go.

"Sorry for the interruption," Felicity tells them, wiping at the corner of her eyes as she sits down closer to the table, her hand tangled with Ollie's across their seats.

"That's okay, don't worry about it" Tommy tells her, because what, really, can one say after that display? He'd never begrudge his best friend a love like the one they both clearly have for one another despite all the ways in which it – and they – don't make sense.

They appear to collectively decide to ignore the other people at the restaurant sniffling, clapping or both and within moments the normal chatter and bustle returns. Their dishes are taken and the main course served while not one of them appears to know how to continue. Although, Tommy suspects Ollie and Felicity are merely lost in their own little world again and oblivious to the fraught tension practically exuding from Laurel or him shifting in his seat.

In the end he decides there's nothing for it and no way they can ignore it and continue on without at least addressing it, even if only obliquely.

"Never took you for such a romantic, Ollie," Tommy says in what he hopes comes across as a jovial tone of voice.

"Well, if I left it to her," he nods at Felicity, mischievous grin in place, "there wouldn't be any romantic moments. Ever."

"What?" Felicity's mood does a quick one-eighty from touched to outraged. "I can so do romantic!"

"Honey," Ollie objects, still obviously playful, "the last time you tried for romantic you ignored me all evening and then that truly terrible hip hop song woke us up at 4 am. The time before that you got distracted by a new idea for your coding half-way through and the candles nearly burnt down the house."

"That's not fair," she retorts. "I'd been working hard all week and I wanted to do something nice for you. Both times."

"Which resulted in you ignoring me all evening last time," he rebuts easily, taking a sip of his wine, looking amused by the fiery blonde.

"Yeah," she admits with a grimace. "The coding took a lot longer than I'd originally projected."

"Uh-huh. And by the time I finally dragged you to bed some time after midnight, you fell asleep before you even managed to change. And then we still only had less than four hours before that yelling woke us up."

"In my defence, it's really difficult to find romantic music. It's so subjective!" Felicity turns to them both. "I wrote an algorithm which was meant to search through radio stations and only pick out romantic songs and switch to the next one whenever one finished."

"Yes, but you picked 4 am instead of 4 pm and whatever you wrote decided that rap about sex and referring to their partner as 'bitch' was romantic."

"Alright, so there might have been some flaws," Felicity concedes, but there's a grin on her lips and Tommy can feel his own lips quirk up.

That really is some faux-pas. A cute one, in retrospect – probably not when they first woke up, but an adorable story to share.

"Okay, fine, your candle-lit rooms, your picnics and the amazing home-made dinners and things you set up for us are much more romantic," she admits with a slight nudge of her elbow against Ollie.

Tommy has to acknowledge that it's not quite as hard as it would have been two hours ago to envision Ollie as a hopeless romantic. Frankly, by now it's half-expected and he struggles to imagine his friend not being completely head over heels for the petite blonde so very different from his usual type.

He shrugs, slightly abashed now that his girlfriend is conceding the point.

"You make it easy," he tells her and she blushes.

Tommy chances a side-glance at Laurel who has been remarkably quiet throughout, observing rather than interjecting further. He's not sure if he prefers Laurel hurt by her ex over her jealous, but either way she's not enjoying this dinner as much as he had hoped when he originally set out for this evening together.

"How's your club going?" Laurel asks semi-casually, but her grip around her knife is a little too tight for Tommy to truly feel comfortable.

That's even worse than being a semi-voyeuristic spy into the most intimate relationship Tommy's ever seen anyone have, never mind that his best friend is one of the parties in that relationship or that the most he's seen them physically do is exchange a short, chaste kiss in front of him.

He had yet to ask Ollie – but asking for a job, asking for a handout from his best friend when he's in no position to reciprocate for the first time in his life? It grates. Tommy hasn't got much left without money, a home or family, but he still has his pride, however dented.

"It's… going," Oliver says slowly, giving Felicity quick glances as if she could give him the answer. Is she involved in that club, too? How does he not know how his own club is doing? What even could possibly be confusing about that question?

Just as Tommy meets her eyes, he can see something's happening, the way her eyes widen and she squeezes Ollie's hand hard enough for even him to notice.

"Haven't you been saying you need a hand with the club?"

Ollie's brows furrow before the same realisation Felicity had seems to dawn on him.

"Hold on-" Laurel starts, obviously about to ask about whether Tommy had, indeed, failed to approach his best friend about a job.

"That's right," Ollie says, speaking over the top of Laurel, looking solely at Tommy. "I've been meaning to ask – I seem to suck at getting things moving. Works keep getting delayed and I'd really appreciate if you could lend me a hand in getting Verd- I mean, the club up and running. I figured I'd be the silent partner and you'd be General Manager doing… well, all the hard work. With salary and bonuses and a proper employment contract, of course."

Tommy's trying very hard not to gape at his best friend.

"You've always been better with people. And I figured you could get Speedy involved – she's spiralling with drugs and alcohol. But if she's the sort of floor manager with some responsibility, it might help ground her? And we'd be able to watch over her more, stop her from drinking too much and obviously trying to keep drugs out of the club as much as we can. What do you think? I figured we could work together and get Thea involved, see what she thinks."

Two hours ago, Tommy would have hated the rescue. Would've been incensed that Laurel once again turned to Ollie for him to be the white shining knight – but if there's one person he doesn't need to worry about anymore, it's definitely Ollie, given all he's seen and heard tonight.

"We can meet up tomorrow, discuss terms. Don't you remember, Ollie?" Tommy offers his best friend a relieved grin for the rescue. He doesn't doubt Laurel will still lay into him for not approaching Ollie first later, but for now, he's got a job and money pretty much secured – which gives him much better prospects for wooing Laurel.

"Business talk at the dinner table is gauche," he repeats in one of his best impressions of Moira and Ollie chuckles. Even Laurel giggles and Felicity is smiling. Good enough.

He's going to have to get to know this blonde at some point – without his best friend there – to get her measure, because Ollie's beyond smitten with that girl and she's clearly the forever-kind and here to stay. But for now? He really likes the way she makes him smile. Even if he can already imagine why they decide to leave with the Tiramisu 'to go' rather than eat at the restaurant.

Tommy doesn't think his own date night will end nearly that well, but he still can't begrudge his best friend even a second of happiness. Because while he may doubt Felicity's character and motivations, for all that she seems as deeply involved as he is, he cannot doubt that she makes him happier and more at peace than he's seen his best friend, possibly ever. And he never wants his friend to lose that. Whatever that island did to him, however he became fluent in all those languages, or whyever he's suddenly talking about moving in together and having a family, Ollie's incandescently, sickeningly, deliriously happy.

And Tommy doesn't think even a perfect date with Laurel today could have made him any gladder than seeing his best friend return and be present in a way he hasn't since he was found after five long years away.

Because, against all expectations, life is looking up. He hadn't realised how long he'd been without it until it was suddenly returned to him – now there's hope. For him. For success. For Ollie. For their friendship. For him and Laurel, too, maybe.

Now, he just needs to sign an employment contract and remind his best friend of the promise they made to each other when they were both seven years old – that Tommy was going to be his best man at the wedding, which he doesn't think is as far of as Moira would probably have liked it to be.


Author's Notes:

I know, they're so over-the-top cute, but just remember, it's been two decades apart and they're finding it a little difficult not to get wrapped in each other. So they've let a couple of things slip :)

The song is "I will love you" by "Fisher" and if you don't know it, look it up on Youtube. It's super-sweet and adorable and I kind of wish there was an Olicity music video with that song to it but if there is, I cannot find it *sigh*. Anyway, super-sweet lyrics.

Hope you enjoyed sappy Oliver. I think Felicity would totally get distracted half-way through prepping things ;) Flaws of her being a brilliant genius. My personal favourite moments in this chapter where Oliver is telling Felicity he wants a whole football stadium of mini-hers (or as many as she wants is what he says, but I think the other one's kind of implied) and the song-moment. What was your favourite? Did you like it?

I think Laurel was more relaxed before when Felicity just appeared to be another 'floozy' on her ex's arm but is progressively getting more jealous when Oliver dismisses their relationship, sometimes unintentionally, and instead is everything she wanted him to be - just with another woman. And doing things he ran from when he was with her, unashamed of his desire for children, for marrying or building a house and life with Felicity. Just to explain the slow downward progression of Laurel during this chapter. But I think the contrast and confrontation was needed for a bit of character development.

Please comment and review. Do you guys like Merlance (apparently the ship name for Laurel/Tommy according to Google)? Do you think they're a healthy, good fit? I can't quite make my mind up. Did you like this chapter? Please share your thoughts, favourite moments, anything! And happy birthday, Steph1135.