Scott was practically beaming when he woke up very early today and got working on breakfast for his wife. It took him a lot longer than expected, though that was mostly due to the fact that he wasn't experienced in cooking at all and had to look up a recipe.
By the time he was finished, Barda had just exited the shower, rubbing her still tired eyes and making sure the towel on her body didn't fall off, "Good morning, love!" He exclaimed, flipping the last of the flapjacks onto a plate, "I made you breakfast!"
Scott handed them to her. Upon closer inspection, Barda noted that some of the pancakes either looked a bit too soggy or a bit too brown for her liking. They weren't burnt, at least.
In spite of that, she smiled, anyways, "thank you, love." She murmured to him, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek. She then sat down to eat her breakfast, pouring a pitcher of syrup on her meal.
Scott followed suit, "Love, do you know what day it is?"
She took a sip of orange juice, "no." she flatly answered.
"Valentine's Day!" Scott beamed.
She raised a brow, "what's that about?"
"Valentine's Day is all about love." Scott answered after swallowing his pieces of pancakes, "a holiday about the celebration of a Saint, but also, some of the Old Gods like Aphrodite, Eros, and Cupid. Its origins are a little confusing, but it's all about love, basically."
Barda smiled, "well, that seems nice," she muttered, "so what do you plan to do for this one?"
"I want to take you out on a perfect date for this holiday." Scott beamed before his face fell, "but I have too many ideas. I want to take you to the best restaurant in town, take you to the movies, hang out at the plaza-"
"The pier." Barda interrupted with a smirk.
Scott raised a brow, "the pier?" he asked, surprised.
"Yes. I've wanted to go there for a while. I heard they had a nice little amusement park on the docks."
Scott scratched the stubble on this chin in thought, "Yes, you did say you've wanted to go there…" he then smiled and shrugged, "sure, why not?"
After they finished their breakfast, Barda insisted they use a Boom Tube, but Scott protested, insisting on using a car instead since the pier wasn't that far and it would also draw less attention. Barda begrudgingly agreed and they drove there.
Upon purchasing a ticket, they noticed a discount for couples during Valentine's Day, an event that everyone wished to exploit as the place was jam packed with so many people. The hours went by rather fast. The food could be smelt through the air, the screams from those riding the rollercoaster can always be heard, and the lines were always too damn long.
The ferris wheel was slow and uneventful, but peaceful and an excellent place to snuggle. The rollercoaster didn't provide them as many thrills as they thought it would, considering they've been hurled out of who knows how many airlocks, and they barely felt the impact of the bumper cars hitting each other.
Still, it was fun engaging in these little activities. At many times, they forgot they were gods and superheroes and were just living in the moment as regular civilians.
The couple arrived at a hall of mirrors. It was disorientating for most, but millennia living in Granny Goodness' Orphanage made them scoff at the infant level of illusionary at work.
One particular hallway of mirrors was one that distorted their images. It made them skinny, wobbly, fat, with one mirror displaying Scott as a square headed man with bushy eyebrows and a cigar and Barda as a Hollywood actress who looked like her a few ways and whose name escapes her (not that she knew anything about Hollywood).
They both shrugged at this and moved on, quickly exiting the maze as fast as they came in.
Later on, both approached a high striker game and Scott tried his hand at it first. He grabbed the mallet and swung it down, the puck instantly hitting the bell and ringing loudly.
"Whoa-ho-ho, now that's a prize winning hit!" the operator exclaimed, grabbing some tickets from the ticket box to give to Scott before moving his eyes to Barda, "how about you, maam? You look like you could throw a heck of a swing!"
Barda shook her head, "no, no, I'll break it." she laughed before both Scott and the operator nudged her on about it before she conceded, "alright, don't say I didn't warn you."
She grabbed the mallet and swung it down at forces that forced the puck upwards faster than a speeding bullet, instantly breaking the bell in two like it was made of glass. The two metal halves fell onto the wooden pier with a loud 'gong', leaving nearby carny goers shocked and speechless.
"Ok, that's our cue to leave," Scott mumbled, taking the prize tickets out of the still stunned operator's hands, "we'll be taking that."
Hours later, both the New Gods watched the sunset on the beach, sitting side by side, their hands interlocked, with a giant Wonder Woman plush they got using their prize tickets sitting behind them.
"Today was a good day." Scott mumbled, leaning on the shoulder of his wife.
"It was." Barda agreed.
"Happy Valentine's Day, my love."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Scott."