It had been a typical day; the patrol had been quiet. Ibara, aka Vine, was exhausted; a 20-hour patrol was enough to bring anyone to their knees. But it was worth it to help keep the peace that so many had fought so hard, and others had died for. She was almost back at base; her senses were dulled; she did not even see the attack coming.

Backdraft came out of nowhere, catching Vine entirely by surprise. "Die Hero!" was the only warning of the blitz attack.

Fire exploded out from the villain; she could barely get her vines in the way to help shield herself as the explosion launched her through a shop window. Stumbling to her feet, she sent her vines out only to meet another explosion as a girl came diving in afterward and drove a knife into Ibarra's stomach. With most of her vines singed or damaged, she gritted through the pain and tossed the girl to the side into a display case.

Backdraft came in sneering and threw a chair, hitting her in the back and driving her to her knees. She hit the panic button on her radio as she felt the villain's rough hands grab her head. "You're dead, Vine," he rasped. "Maybe if you give me your flower, I will let you live."

"Eat shit, you fiend." She spat out. A vine fired out, but his companion was there, their girl's fingers turning into shears and intercepting the attack.

"Naughty little hero," she purred as she snipped the top of Ibarra's costume. "Why don't we see what you have been hiding all this time?" Snip, Snip, Snip.

Sirens were heard in the distance, "We have to go, Shear. Any last words, hero," Backdraft spat out.

"Go to hell," she said, biting back the tears.

"HOW ABOUT HEADS UP?" a voice yelled; a young man came leaping over the counter and, in one fell move, swung a red fire extinguisher with precision into Backdraft's head. Shear swung violently, cutting the man's arm; Ibarra heard him grunt in pain. The hero ripped the knife out of her gut and stabbed Shear in the thigh; the woman screamed as the metal clink silenced her with a blow to the head.

"Hey, you ok," the man asked her as she slumped to the floor, blood coming out of the wound in her stomach. She saw the man drop the fire extinguisher and scramble to behind the counter, coming back with clean towels. "Shit, I wish Eri was home." She heard him mutter. He pressed the towel to her wound. "Stay with me, Vine, come on, you got to stay with me."

With the adrenaline fleeing her body as quickly as the blood from her wound was, her eyes were fluttering; she could make out that he had green curly hair, and he was trying to smile at her. "Thank you for your help?" she whispered out.

"Izuku, Izuku Midoriya," her hero said. "You need to stay awake for me. Can you do that?"

"I will try," she said; he was cradling her head near him while he applied pressure to her knife wound, causing her to hiss in pain; she noticed he smelled nice. "You smell like cinnamon and sugar," she whispered. "It smells nice."

"Yeah, this is my shop, or it was," he said, looking around as the sirens got closer. "Help is almost here. Just stay with me."

"I will. I need to close my eyes for a second."

"No, that's a bad idea." He said.

"HALT, PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM," A voice rang from outside the shop, followed by a flashlight. Izuku noted it was a woman's voice; soon, a man's voice rang out, calling for him to do the same thing, but it added scumbag to the end.

"I CAN'T," HE YELLED BACK. "VINE HAS BEEN STABBED IN THE GUT. I HAVE TWO VILLAINS THAT I BASHED ON THE HEAD WITH A FIRE EXTINGUISHER, AND I AM TRYING TO STEM THE FLOW OF BLOOD."

"Izuku, Izuku Midoriya?" The man's voice rang out. Izuku turned and looked, trying to see past the flashlight.

"Red Riot?" he said.

"Yeah, man, it's me," the pro hero ran in, pulling some first aid supplies from his belt. "I know this guy, Pinky, he is a good one, and we need some cuffs. Find out how far the medics are."

"Did you knock these guys out?" he said, looking at the two villains' unconscious and bleeding from the head.

"Yeah, they were about to kill her and some other stuff," Izuku said. They were switching out a clean towel.

Izuku saw the pro hero Pinky come in and cuff the villains before turning to the scene before her. "2 Minutes for the medic."

"Hey, Red, I have a first aid kit under the counter. Can you grab it? Pinky, the light switch is over by the stairs." Once the lights came on, it took a moment for Izuku to adjust to the light; he blushed and looked away as Shear had cut most of Ibarra's shirt open.

Ibarra's eyes focused on the new light, looking at her hero, "Thank you for saving me," she said.

"I haven't saved you yet; just hold on." He said back, still smiling for her.

It felt like an eternity before the medics and a few other pro heroes; he saw Battle Fist run to Ibarra's side and climb into the ambulance as it peeled away. Izuku was looking around his destroyed café and rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Hey Red, how do you know this guy?" his lifelong friend and wife Pinky asked.

"The Overhaul case," he said quietly.

"You mean," she said, stopping and looking at the Izuku. "That is the guy that killed Overhaul."

"That's him, save my life, saved Mirio's life, a whole bunch of us," he said. "Hey, Izuku, where is Eri?"

"Spending the night at a friend's house," he replied.

"I hate to do this, but we need to ask you some questions," Red said, taking a seat. "Do you feel up to it?"

"Is there anything we can do about my shop window?" he said.

"I will make a call," Pinky said. "We can get it boarded up for now while we get the paperwork filed, and an adjustor can come out to assess the damage."

"Ok, Mr. Midoriya, in your own words, can you tell me what happened?" Red Riot asked.

-Ibarra-

Waking up in a hospital is never good, but not waking up would be bad. As the old song went, "Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die."

"Glad you awake." A familiar voice said. Ibarra smiled, seeing her old friend Battle Fist.

"Hey, Itsuka," she whispered. "Oh, sweet lord, I am in pain."

"Well, you were stabbed, blown through a plate glass window, had your vines exploded, on top of being exhausted. I heard you were doing a 20-hour patrol?" she said, annoyed. "You can't do that kind of stuff, Ibarra; you need rest like all of us."

"There was a coverage gap, and I stepped up Itsuka," she said. "Is the man who helped me ok?"

"As far as I know, Red Riot and Pinky are handling that," Itsuka said. "You feel up to answering some questions."

"Of course, a hero's work is never done because of the mountain of paperwork that comes with it," Ibarra said with a smile.

-Eri-

"ONE NIGHT, ONE NIGHT," she said, looking at her father. "I leave you alone for one night and manage to get into a villain fight and destroy the café. Wait till Grandma hears about this."

"See what happens when you abandon me to go to a concert," he said, sniffling, "I was left all alone, and I nearly died,"

"Inari's Mom thinks you're pretty cute and said you can come over to play anytime you want?" Eri said cheekily.

"Her mom scares me," Izuku said, shuddering. "Hasn't she had like eight ex-spouses?"

"9," Eri said, shrugging, "But who knows, Dad, maybe you will be lucky ten." She was looking around. "How are we going to pay for all of this?"

"Insurance," her father said. "The hero's insurance will, but in the meantime, ours. The glass people will be here later today; the only problem is the display case. And the dishes and the cups."

"That was the cold case, and they destroyed the cappuccino machine," Eri said, peeking behind it. "Dad, are we going to be okay?"

"We will be just fine, sweetie," he hugged her. "I promise."

"Ok, well, let's make this happen, captain," Eri said, rolling her sleeves. "We should work on cleaning this place, so Grandma only has a small heart attack when she gets home."

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful daughter?" he said, smiling.

"Saved my life and gave me a reason to live." She replied quietly.

-Ibarra-

Ibarra fell asleep after she gave her statement; she did not wake up for over 12 hours. When she finally did, it was to get an ass-chewing from Kami Woods. Despite her protests, she was put on medical leave. She tried to protest, but even Mt. Lady was on Kami's side, leaving her no other options.

Accessing the incident report, she was happy to hear that the villains were in custody, but she was confused when the shop owner's name had been redacted. Itsuka didn't know either, as she immediately went to the hospital with Ibarra. Pinky and Red were mum on this as well. She had wanted to thank the shop owner who had saved her life.

-Higher Grounds Coffee Shop-

Inko was friendly and relaxed; it had been a lovely vacation. She had protested mightily when her son and granddaughter gave her a gift. She fully intended to refund the all-inclusive holiday only for her granddaughter to smile and tell her, "NON-REFUNDABLE, PAID IN ADVANCE AND PAID IN FULL!"

Inko scowled, but that only made them laugh; in the end, her son told her that she deserved it for all that had happened and all she had done for him and for Eri. When the cab turned the corner for home, her relaxation began to go out the window as she saw the boarded-up storefront and the closed sign on the door.

Inko took a deep breath, paid her driver, got her bags, and opened the door. She was prepared for the worst; instead, she saw her son and granddaughter. "What happened?" Inko said immediately.

"Hi Grandma, Hi Mom," was what greeted her.

"Dad may have fought two villains and provided lifesaving first aid to a hero," Eri said quickly. "In my defense, I was at the Earphone Jack Concert."

"I better get a better explanation than that!" Inko said, her hand on her hip.

"The store was closed, and two villains jumped Vine, knocking her through the window. She tried to fight them off, but they got the better of her and were about to kill her if she did not do something BAD so that I may have jumped in," he winced.

"YOU DID WHAT?" Inko shouted.

"I may have hit them with the fire extinguisher…in the head," Eri noted her father maneuvering to put her in between them.

"I.Z.U.K.U." Inko looked at her son, who was about ready to explode. "Are you hurt?" she said, calming down.

"I got cut on the arm; it wasn't bad, and Eri fixed me up in the morning," he said.

"Did the insurance adjuster or the hero commission come by yet?" Inko said, picking up her bags to take them upstairs.

"No, not yet. I already called the glass guy, and I called Hatsume Repair for the case." He said.

"Okay, I am going to take my bags upstairs, and I will be back down to help you clean," Inko said, walking off

-The Next Day-

Ibarra found herself walking back down the street where she had been attacked; she saw what she thought was the shop, but the glass had already been replaced. She saw the door open; a young teenage girl and a woman with green hair were exiting; she heard the girl yell bye, dad, as they headed off down the street. The scent of cinnamon and sugar wafted out, enticing Ibarra even more.

She walked in. The café was bustling; she saw a waitress effortlessly gliding between tables, setting down drinks and the origin of the heavenly aroma. These sinful-looking hot cinnamon rolls seemed to be on every table. She looked at the man she remembered working behind the bar filling orders. When he saw her, she saw him call to the back, and a tall, wispy girl came out and took over as he walked around to her.

"Vine," he said, happy to see her. "I am glad you are all right; how are you feeling? Can I get you anything?"

"I am doing well, thank you. A green tea and one of those cinnamon rolls would be lovely." Ibara said, reaching for her purse.

"No, it's on the house; take a seat. I will bring it out in just a moment." He said, disappearing back behind the counter.

True to his word, it didn't take long, and he was back with a hot roll and her tea. "Do you mind if I sit?"

"No, please, I want to thank you properly," Ibarra said, motioning to the seat. Once he was seated, she took a sip of the tea and smiled; it was perfect. "I want to thank you for saving my life and…"

He held up his hand. "There is no need to thank me. It is the least I can do after all you and your classmates did after All-Might and Shigaraki."

"Be that as it may, it was a heroic thing you did," she smiled at him. "Few people would have risked themselves like that, so please thank you, Mr.?"

"Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya." He said, returning her smile.

"Well, thank you, Izuku," she took her fork, cut a piece of the cinnamon roll, and took a bite. Her face lit up in delight; she knew this was something she could eat every day. "This is amazing! The best one I have ever had!"

She liked that he blushed; she noticed he was not wearing a wedding ring, which she found pleasing. "I would like to thank you properly for saving me," she said. "May I take you to dinner?"

"That isn't necessary, Vine," he protested, waving his hands.

"Ibarra," she said. "My name is Ibarra; please call me that when I am out of costume."

"Ibarra," he said like he was sharing a secret. "Ibarra, that isn't necessary."

"You are correct; it is not, but I want to thank the man who saved my life and virtue." She smiled at him, and he could feel his protests dying in his mouth. "Please, Izuku Midoriya, allow me to repay this debt with a meal; it is the least I can do."

"Ok, just tell me when," he said, smiling as he knew he could not say no.

"How about Thursday night? I can meet you here at 7 pm?" she said.

"Thursday at 7 sounds good." He got up from the table as she took another bite of her cinnamon roll. "Please enjoy." He smiled and went back to work.

Ibara stayed and enjoyed her tea and cinnamon roll; the tea was so delightful that she even ordered a pack of the rolls and liked the place's name, Higher Grounds. With a smile on her face, she exited the little café.

-That Afternoon-

The day was winding down when the door opened, and Izuku frowned, recognizing someone from the Hero Commission. He excused himself from his workers, Inko frowning when she saw the petite woman walk in.

"Can we talk in my office?" he said as he came around.

"If you prefer?" the woman said.

Once inside, "Hello again, Ms. Hiro," he said, taking a seat.

"Mr. Midoriya," she responded politely as she sat opposite him. "I will make this as brief as possible; we read the reports and have been able to corroborate everything. You are in no trouble, and seeing as your daughter was not home, nothing would require us to reopen any surveillance or return you to monitoring status." Izuku visibly relaxed.

"That is good to hear, so what do I owe this honor," Izuku said, annoyance creeping into his voice.

"I am just here to expedite your insurance claim, Izuku," she said softly, "Look, it doesn't have to be like this between us."

"No, Hina, it didn't, but you sided with them," he responded. "You choose them over me and Eri."

"I was doing my job, Izuku; I had to," she protested.

"No, Hina, that wasn't your job. You turned our lives upside down because you didn't believe me." He could feel his anger rising. "I told you that it was nothing. I told you that she is the daughter of our repair company, but you didn't believe me. You made her life hell, my life hell, instead of trusting me." Anger was filling his voice.

"I am sorry, Izuku," she said, rising to her feet. "I am going to go; please submit your bills for reimbursement. I will see that they are paid promptly. I am sorry, Izuku," she said over her shoulder as she left.

After the door closed, he sat back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. Inko came in, "Are you okay, Izuku?"

"Yeah, Mom," he sighed. "It is always hard to see her."

"I know, sweetie," Inko sighed and closed the door.

Izuku opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a photo of him and Hina, their arms around each other, a diamond ring on her finger.

-That Night-

"GRANDMA, DAD HAS A DATE!" Eri yelled.

"WHAT!" Inko yelled.

"Traitor!" Izuku whispered to Eri, who started giggling.

-Ibara-

"So, you are going on a date?" Itsuka exclaimed.

"No, I am just taking him to dinner to say thank you and get to know him better," Ibarra protested.

"That second part," she waved her finger in the air. "That is the very definition of a date!"

"I just want to thank him for saving my life," Ibara deflected.

"Is he cute?" Itsuka pressed.

"He is handsome," Ibarra said warily.

"Married?" Itsuka said.

"I didn't see a ring or a mark." She said triumphantly, from the look on Itsuka's face immediately told Ibarra she had made a mistake.

"So, you looked," the smile on Itsuka's face spread as she pulled out her phone and started texting.

"No! NO!" Ibarra shouted, cursing that her hair had not regrown yet.

"Too late!" Itsuka smiled.

Ibarra stared in horror as her phone began to light up, and messages flooded her phone. It was the final message that struck horror into her heart. It was from Setsuna, and it just read "OMW."

Ibara was exhausted when Set and her friends left that night, though they had made an appointment to show up early Thursday and help her prepare for the date, despite her protests that it wasn't a date, just a thank-you dinner. She didn't know anything about him; he owned a bakery and had a daughter that…well, there was no way he was the biological father. She was a teenager unless he was remarkably precocious. Ibara nibbled on her thumb; she had gone on a few dates but never a second date. Did she want this to be a date?

She wanted to get to know him better; he had jumped in and saved her that night. He was a civilian; she knew he was a father, ran a coffee shop/bakery, and was willing to risk his life for her. She wanted to know him better and say thank you. As she made her way to bed, her heart prayed that he was a good person and that they could have an actual date.

-Mei-

"Wow, you sure did a number on this thing?" Mei stared at the case.

"What in the world are you doing here? Don't you have support gear to be making?" Izuku was stunned that Mei was here to do the repairs.

"Nah, I needed a break; they made me take a break, you know," she sighed as she walked over and hugged him. "I also needed my cinnamon roll refresh. It has been a while."

"It is good to see you," he wrapped his arms around her, smiling. "So, how long is your enforced break this time?"

"2 months…they have to repair the workshop," she added sheepishly.

"MEI!"

"What? There wasn't any way I knew it would blow up!" She looked at him, trying to plead her case, when his eyebrow went up questioningly. "Fine that it would blow up so big!" STARE! "I swear I thought it would be enough for the blast shields to handle if it went up. I figured it was worth the risk!"

STARE!

"Ok, I knew the risks!" her shoulders sank in defeat. When she heard him laugh, it was all worthwhile. "YOU SUCK!" she crossed her arms under her sizable chest and pouted.

"I will make you dinner?" he smirked.

"Double Desert!"

"Fine double desert," her pout instantly faded. "You know some other things around her could use your touch!"

"Everything needs a little love from me!" she laughed as she pulled out her toolbox and started working on the serving case. "Now tell me again how this happened."

-Inko & Izuku-

"What's her name?" Inko said as she set a cup of tea in front of Izuku.

"Ibarra, her hero name is Vine," he responded, smiling at the vintage All-Might mug.

"Do you like her?" Inko settled in her chair.

"She is a good hero, but I don't know her mom," he sat back. "This isn't a date, date. It is just dinner, a thank you dinner."

"Well, as long as you have fun, nothing bad can happen from you having dinner," Inko smiled.

-Dinner-

Ibarra barreled down the alley with Izuku by her side; she was about to shout something when he grabbed her and dived behind a dumpster as a torrent of fire exploded down the alley.

"ARE YOU OK?" they said in unison. "YES!" they both responded.

"We have to move," she said. He was lying on top of her, his arms braced, keeping his body weight from crushing her. The precarious position they would be in would have caused both to burst into nuclear levels of blushing, but the threat to their lives was keeping it at bay.

He got to his feet, peeking around the dumpster as the villain Inferno stalked down the alleyway, his flame throwers ready. Ibarra cursed the fact that she wasn't fully recovered, and her phone and radio had been burned in the first attack. Her white dress was stained with dirt and grim. Her new heels were gone; the only thing intact was her makeup.

They got up and bolted; she shoved him out of the way as a firebird came soaring down the alley; she braced as it hit her, sending her flying into a brick wall. She did her best to douse the flames. Inferno was pyrokinetic; he could control flames but not create them; when he formed them into a shape, they tended to be more solid.

She saw Inferno moving in for the kill, the sadistic grin on his face. She tried to reach her feet, but her ankle crumpled under her weight. She watched horror as Izuku came barreling from around the corner, crashing into the villain with a solid right cross. The villain fell back but managed to fire his flame throwers, forcing Izuku back; his coat caught fire. As he scrambled to get the coat off, Inferno was done with playing around.

Izuku saw his life move slowly as he saw the villain ready to roast him alive. He tried to move, but he also cursed that someone was going to have to tell Eri and his mother that he had died.

Ibarra cried out in pain as she activated her quirk and pushed as hard as she could; blood ran down her face as her veins fired out. They grabbed Pyro around the neck and yanked him back into the air, sending him crashing into a wall, crushing the fuel tanks on his back, and sending him crashing to the ground.

Time, he sped back up as Izuku was alive. He saw the villain was still moving but in a crumpled heap against the wall, he ran in and drove his knee into the villain's face. It was trapped between the wall and his knee; bones broke as the villain was knocked out. He turned and stumbled over to Ibarra, who asked if he had his phone. He quickly unlocked it and handed it over as she called it in. She felt something wrapped around her head and saw him shirtless, covering her head, which was bleeding.

This time, she blushed, staring at his bare chest; he was in excellent shape; there were a few scars here and there, the most noticeable was a burn scar on his shoulder. Ibarra had seen other men like this, but something about this man stirred feelings in her that had been dormant for a while now.

"You know we must stop meeting like this," he whispered.

"I don't know; I mean, at least you won't ever forget me," she responded.

"I couldn't if I tried," he leaned down, looking her in the eyes, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I just injured my ankle. Help me up," she extended her hand; he pulled her up, slipping her arm around his shoulder and waist. Neither of them saw the other blush at the touch.

"This may be inappropriate, but after all this is done, do you want to return to the café? I will make you dinner; I can get a new shirt on…" he scratched his cheek.

"I am hungry," she smiled, looking away.

Ibara found herself fresh out of the shower wearing a black sweatshirt that read Higher Grounds and a pair of dark green sweats, sitting at the counter and watching her date cook them dinner. He saw her look over her shoulder and all around dramatically.

"Is everything ok?" he asked.

"I am just waiting for the next villain attack," she smiled. "So, I have to ask, how did you end up with a teenage daughter? You do not appear to be any older than me. Also, there is not a Mrs. I am unaware of, is there?"

"No, the only Mrs., well, former Mrs. Is my mother, who is upstairs asleep," he smiled. "I adopted Eri after I got her out of a bad situation, shall we say. Mom helped me out while I finished school. Found a love for baking and cooking while in college, opened this place, and have been here ever since."

"Does your quirk have something to do with cooking?" she asked, mouthwatering at the smell of the grilled steak, roasted vegetables, and fluffy mashed potatoes.

"I am quirkless, actually," she saw him wince a little as he said it. She was a little stunned; there was hardly any quirkless anymore; most of them were from previous generations. Meeting someone her age was a new experience, then she thought about it. This man had saved her life the first time they met by running into battle with two villains, and tonight, he had risked his life again. Her mouth was agape slightly as all this information danced through her head.

"You risked your life not once but twice to save me, and you don't even have a quirk?" He nodded as he began to plate their food. "I know people with quirks that would have hesitated or flat-out ran the other way."

"Yeah…common sense has never been my strongest point," he set the plates on the counter. "What would you like to drink? I have some wine?"

"That sounds nice," she took the plates and walked them to a table. "Wait, that means you rescued Eri as well."

He came out with wine glasses and a bottle, and she saw him take a deep breath. "Are you familiar with the Shie Hassaikai Case?"

Ibarra sat back, recalling the details. Overhaul, the head of Shie Hassaikai, had been killed during a raid on the compound; he had been at the center of the Trigger drug epidemic and the Quirk Suppressing Bullets. She had heard that… a civilian had killed him that he had kidnapped…" That was you?"

Izuku nodded. "He was performing experiments on Eri. I found her and had taken her in, but he caught up with us and took us back to his compound; I got a message to an old acquaintance of mine and…"

"You are truly an amazing man," she smiled at him. "How are you not married?"

"How are you not?" he countered, pouring her a glass of wine.

"Work, and well work, did I mention work," she was happy she earned a laugh from him. "Also, there are my views on certain things."

"You mean your religious views?" he smiled. "I follow the hero news, wanted to be one when I was young."

"You would have been an amazing hero, Izuku, but yes, that tends to cause some issues," she took a sip of the wine and smiled. The food smelled terrific; she silently lowered her head in prayer. She was happy when she saw him do something similar; she cut a piece of the steak and popped it in her mouth. It was beautiful, tender, and flavorful; she looked at him. "This is so good. What about you?"

"I thought I found the right one, but it didn't work out," he smiled. "This is nice, talking with you without the villain attack."

"It is, but I still owe you dinner. We may need to hire bodyguards to ensure we get back safely to the restaurant," she giggled, immediately stopping herself. She had not giggled in years.

"I don't know. We may still get attacked the way things are going," he said with a hearty laugh. "Let's eat."

It was a casual conversation over some truly great food; while he was not religious, he was spiritual. He had a good laugh, was a great listener, and made her feel comfortable and relaxed. Dinner turned into dessert, which turned into tea, not until her alarm told her it was time to wake up. She looked at it in surprise; she had spent the whole night talking with him and had not even noticed.

"I guess that means it is time for you to head out?" he said, standing up and stretching. "I would offer to walk you home, but I am worried that you would then have to walk me home, and we would be stuck in a time loop."

"But then I wouldn't have to say goodnight," she muttered, quickly clamped that down as he walked her towards the door. She stopped, pulled a pen from her purse, grabbed his hand, and wrote her number down. "Call me; I would like to do this again without the villain attack, though." Before he could say anything, and she was not even sure why she did it herself, he kissed his cheek, went beet red, and fled.

He stood there stunned till he heard a cough behind him. Turning, he saw his mother. "Please tell me you didn't seduce the Holy Hero?"

"MOTHER!"

-Ibarra-

She made it inside her house, still panicking. When her phone alert went off, she jumped.

Unknown Number: Hello, this is Izuku; I just wanted to ensure you made it home okay. Please let me know if you made it home safe. With our track record, it is possible you are in the middle of battle. I will believe that Is not the case, and I had a lovely time last night/this morning.

Ibarra: I am home safely; thank you for checking up on me. I had a lovely time also. I hope we can do it again; goodnight/good morning.