#Apple Pie a la mode

[rabbitcruiser]

Apple Day 

Apple Day is mainly celebrated in the United Kingdom, where it was started. Common Ground, a group dedicated to building strong communities, strengthening local distinctiveness, and connecting people with nature and each other, held the first Apple Day in 1990, at Covent Garden in London, England. Their goal was to create an autumn holiday that would not only be celebrated in London, but also in other cities, villages, parishes, markets, and even orchards. They wanted to demonstrate the richness and diversity of apples, but also the diversity of landscape, ecology, and culture as a whole.

Many different activities have taken place on the day. First and foremost has been the buying, tasting, and eating of apples. Other activities have included juicing, pruning, grafting, and identifying apples, and games, songs, and poetry about apples. In England, many groups such as museums, shops, restaurants, horticultural societies, Wildlife Trusts, National Trust properties, and schools organize activities for the day. By the second year of Apple Day, there were over 60 events. There were over 300 events in 1997, and 600 by the new millennium. Not all "apple days" are held on October 21. Some groups hold these celebrations on other days of the month.

Through the day's success, it has not only demonstrated the importance of the apple but the importance of local celebrations as well. The day has germinated local pride and grown interest in local distinctiveness. Apple Day has also led to an interest in raising awareness for the origins of food and to encouraging healthy eating.

The apple tree is a deciduous tree from the rose family and is cultivated around the world as a fruit tree. It originated in Central Asia; its ancestor is the malus sieversii, which still grows today. Apple trees grew for thousands of years in Asia, as well as in Europe—the starting place of Apple Day—before being brought to North America by European colonists in the seventeenth century. They are possibly the oldest tree to have been cultivated. The only apples native to North America are crab apples. Reverend William Braxton of Boston planted the first apple orchard on the North American continent in 1625. Apples were cultivated on colonial farms and spread along Native American trade routes. Johnny Appleseed introduced apple trees to the western frontier. Today apple trees are prominent in Eastern Washington, where apples are their leading product, and more apples are grown there than any other state.

If grown by seed in the wild, an apple tree can tower up to 30 feet, but they are generally 6-15 feet in height when cultivated. The height of the cultivars depends on how they were grafted onto rootstocks. There are over 7,500 cultivars of apples, which are grown for various purposes such as eating raw, cooking, and cider making. Apple tree flowers blossom in the spring, and the leaves bud at this time as well. Flowers cluster in groups of four to six and the center flower is called the "king bloom." It opens first and can grow into larger fruit than the other flowers. The fruit is ready to pick by late summer or fall.

How to Observe Apple Day

The best way to celebrate the day may be to attend an Apple Day event, most of which take place in England. You could visit Covent Garden in London, where the first Apple Day was held. One of the other best ways to celebrate the day may be to try as many different varieties of fresh apples as you can find, identifying them, and noting the differences and qualities each has.

Besides eating fresh apples, you could celebrate by eating apples in some of their many other forms as well. Have some cider or apple juice; treat your sweet tooth to apple dumplings, apple pie, apple cake, or a caramel apple; and find a use for apple cider vinegar. There are so many ways you could enjoy apples. Not only could you eat them, but you could plant an apple tree. Plant a cutting, or get a tree from a nursery.

As the heart of the day is about finding ways to connect with others and nature in your own community, the day can even be celebrated without apples. You could spend the day at any sort of community event, or by doing something to improve the place you call home. You could support small local businesses, join the committee for an annual festival, or work with others to clean up parks and waterfronts.

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[glennnetwork]

Recipe for Apple Pie a la Mode Taco Cup

Apple pie a la mode is the inspiration for this ice cream sundae served in a sweet cinnamon-sugar taco cup.

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

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[bishopbraden]

Fruit Pies - Fruit of the Forest Pie Packed with apples, strawberries, blackberries, raspberries, and rhubarb, this fruit of the forest pie is fantastic served a-la-mode!

[studiovlinderdas]

🍎Appletun Ability Forms~!!🍎 Finally a break from the Convention Illustrations, I decided to jump on the #abilityforms bandwagon started by @n0rtist ~!! Appletun is one of my fave Pokémon, as most of y'all know, the forms are based around different Apple pie-esque dishes: Ripen takes after baked apples, with a hint of Apple cider, like a fermenting fruit with an extra Applin making use of the soft apple. This results in a smaller form and wonkier movements. Gluttony is based around Apple pie A la mode, making him even more sweet. I made its tail more reminiscent of Applin's, a nod to a hungry wurm. It's covered in cream and is more chunky, being even less energetic. Thick Fat is based around a Tarte Tatin; the ability makes it more resistant against Fire and Ice type attacks, resulting in a more solid body and shorter limbs/tail/ ears. This one is the roundest of them all. It was a really fun exercise in design, changing a design so dear to me .w.!!

[bluepoodle7]

#Kroger #KrogerPrivateSelectionApplePieALaModeMilk #CinnamonToast #GeneralMillsCinnamonToastApplePieToastCrunchCereal #FlavoredMilk #ApplePieFlavoredCerealReview

I tried the Cinnamon Toast Apple Pie Toast cereal dry and it was pretty good.

This cereal dry was crunchy and tasted cinnamon sugar sweet but not overly sweet to me. This cereal didn't taste stale and tasted fresh which I was surprised. This tasted whole grain like with a light apple cinnamon sweet taste.

I ate the Cinnamon Toast Apple Pie Toast Crunch cereal with the Kroger Apple Pie milk and it was pretty good.

And it tasted like a more improved version of apple cinnamon sugar items. The cereal improved the taste of the milk by adding more of the apple pie flavor to it. It tasted sweet but not overly sweet to me.

I opened this cereal before I had this blog. I wanted to see if this is still good.

I would eat this again.

Got the flavored milk at Kroger and the cereal at Walmart.

[nebulousbrainsoup]

[23:17]

SUMMARY: San has been stuck. Maybe it's time to let go. PAIRING: Choi San x gn!reader GENRE: angst angst angst AU/TROPE: nonidol au, exes WORD COUNT: 907 TAGS/WARNINGS: not beta read RATING: G A/N: back at it again, using fanfic to cope. also, thought a little timestamp might be a good way to get me back into writing for ateez. shout out yappers [ @justhere4kpop, @cheolism, @kwanisms, @yoonguurt ] for helping me craft this.

The diner still looked the same. The barstool San settled on still had a tear in the vinyl straight down the center, and it still jolted under his weight, tilting a bit to the right. He still had to squirm until it clicked back into place, and even then he spun away from the counter without his leg as a brace. The same mismatched coffee mugs, donated by local businesses for advertising, were still stacked up on the shelf in front of him, and the waitress still grabbed the third one from the left—this time, something from an insurance agent whose name had long been rubbed away—and filled it in the same movement.

She didn’t reach for the next mug from the left anymore. That had changed.

Everything else remained the same. 

San still ordered a slice of apple pie, warmed up, à la mode, while he doctored his coffee with a little creamer cup and a packet of sugar. He still held his steaming mug in both hands, clutching it close to stave off the winter chill that had followed him. He still made small talk with the waitress before she sauntered back to the kitchen to fill his order, and his eyes still drifted over to the windows, watching as the snow fell lazily. The lights still reflected back at him in the glass, the one in the back corner, just above the kitchen door, flickering every few seconds.  

Silence fell over him, no one peering out from behind him in the reflection to prompt him with a question or lean over and show him a new cat video. That had changed. 

So little had changed, but so much had changed. San closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, held it, and exhaled shakily. 

The waitress still spoke the same chipper greeting as she set his food in front of him, but her smile these days was just a little melancholy. He still savored his treat, balancing each bite between the pie and the ice cream and making sure not to wash the taste away too quickly with his sips of coffee, but when he finished and looked at the clock, only fifteen minutes had passed, and he hadn’t needed a refill of his mug. He still went up to the same cash register to pay, but now, his bill was half the price it should have been. The long brown coat was the same one as last winter, and he pulled it tight around himself in the same fashion he always did as he stepped into the night, but it felt stuffier with the fleece scarf around his neck, too.

Last winter, it would have been around yours. 

He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened, where he’d gone wrong. One morning, he’d woken up beside you, pouring his love into every soft kiss he planted on your lips. You looked at him like he’d hung the stars. The next, his bed had been cold, and when he’d found you staring out the balcony window at the winter’s first snow, you’d slipped away from the wrap of his arms around your waist.

“Jagiya?” 

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

The breath left him like he was still in the room, still staring at you, still stunned and floundering for the words to beg you to stay. San inhaled sharply, the chill air filling his lungs bringing him back to his senses, and kept walking. He wasn’t sure when he had stopped.

He’d spent a few hours angry. At you, at the world… At himself, for whatever it was he’d done to make you leave him. It faded quickly, leaving a simmering hurt behind, sadness mixing with confusion. It had been so sudden, and even in the minutes you’d spent gathering your things, you hadn’t bothered to spare him an explanation.

His search for one had been entirely fruitless. Texts went unanswered, calls rang through, and after the first time that little red exclamation point taunted him, telling him his message could not be delivered, he gave up. The anger came back for a split second, of course, but most of what he’d felt was a sense of defeat and a fresh wave of sadness. He would never have an answer, would never know why. 

He still wondered, of course. On nights like tonight that were a little too quiet, a little too cold, a little too dark, he wondered. Without you, everything was still the same. His coffee tasted just as bitter, his pie just as sweet. Snow still fell and lights still flickered and the world still turned. He was still the same man, still had the same cat you’d loved so much, laughed at the jokes you’d fall over onto him to and worked at the same dead-end job you cheered him on through. He had not changed, nor had the world, but it seemed so much dimmer without you beside him.

Joyous laughter contrasted the sorrowful sigh he released as the bus doors opened. He stood just to the side, let the people filter off—and barely caught you in his arms as you stumbled down the slick steps and nearly fell into the snow. You still looked the same. The snow still fell, the wind still chilled him, and the bus doors began to close.

San smiled as you righted yourself, a joyless thing, and let you go.

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[peachiyyy]

Cloudy & cold october morning!! Seated at my favorite cafe to eat a croissant and apple crumb pie a la mode. I don’t play about autumn!!!!!

[hearthartisanbakery]

Apple Pie a la mode with caramel and Johnny Cake.

[chimeramoth]

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[rabbitcruiser]

National Vanilla Ice Cream Day

Classic, creamy, and ever so delicious… who doesn’t love vanilla ice cream? You can have it with chocolate cake, apple crumble, sprinkles, strawberry sauce… the list goes on! Of course, it’s just as delightful on its own. A dessert as scrumptious and versatile as this deserves to be celebrated, and Vanilla Ice Cream Day gives you the perfect excuse to do so! Vanilla Ice Cream Day gives you the perfect excuse to indulge in this sweet treat and to experiment with different ways of enjoying it.Like most ice cream flavors, vanilla ice cream was created originally by cooling a mixture of vanilla, sugar, and cream above a container of salt and ice. The sort of vanilla that is used to flavor ice cream varies based on located. In Ireland, more of anise-like flavor is chosen. In North America, a smoky flavor is more desirable. History Of Vanilla Ice CreamSo, who do we have to praise for this tasty and incredible creation? Well, you need to start by understanding the origins of both vanilla and ice cream first! Ice cream can be traced back to the 14th century. There is evidence that ice cream was served during the Yuan period in the Mogul Court.

The idea of using a mix of salt and ice for the refrigerating effect, though, began in Asia. The method then spread when the Moors and Arabs traveled to Spain, between 711 and 1492. The Italians became involved in making ice cream once this method had spread to Europe. By the early 18th century, there were recipes for ice cream in France as well. The French added egg yolks or egg to the recipe to create a richer and smoother food.

Vanilla was first used amongst people from Mexico. By the 1500s, Spanish conquistadors, who were exploring present-day Mexico, had come across Meso-American individuals who were consuming vanilla in their foods and drinks. Because of this, the conquistadors brought vanilla back to Spain.

In Spain, they started using vanilla to flavor a chocolate drink that consisted of honey, water, corn, vanilla, and cacao beans. The drink eventually spread to England and France, and then the rest of Europe by the early 1600s. In 1602, the apothecary of Queen Elizabeth I, Hugh Morgan, suggested that vanilla should be used separately from cocoa.

When this happened, the French really started to use vanilla in drinks and foods without cacao, and they started to flavor ice cream with it. When Thomas Jefferson discovered vanilla ice cream in France, he brought the recipe back to the United States with him, where the natural color of the ice cream was brown.

How To Celebrate Ice Cream Day

Of course, the best way to observe Vanilla Ice Cream Day is to have a go at creating your own vanilla ice cream.

Other Ways To Observe Vanilla Ice Cream Day

Make your own ice cream sundae creation! There are so many different ways you can use vanilla ice cream. Why not grab a mason jar and create your own ice cream sundae creation? The toppings that go with vanilla ice cream are never-ending. You can add in broken up cookie pieces. Or, what about drizzling in toppings, like toffee, dark chocolate, or melted caramel? You can also mix in pieces of your favorite candy bars. Or, if you really want to switch things up, why not try unexpected flavors, like maple syrup and chilli chocolate?

Get your friends and loved ones around to try the vanilla ice cream that you have created. They will definitely be impressed to learn that you have created your own vanilla ice cream from scratch! You can serve it with a homemade dessert or you can get everyone else in on the fun of creating their own sundaes.

Create your own vanilla ice cream cocktail – There are so many amazing cocktail recipes that involve vanilla ice cream. Why not make your own boozy ice cream cocktail in order to mark the occasion? One of our favorites is the Blackberry gin Fizz Float. Combine blackberry puree, vanilla ice cream, gin, ginger ale, fresh mint, and lime juice! This is a refreshing and luxurious cocktail, and you will be wondering why you have never had it before!

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[dipplinduo]

Sweet and Sour Dipplins

Juliana: KiKi! I'm making more of the desserts I learned to make. *blushes* will you be the taste tester?

Pecharunt: Say NO! She's trying to tempt you with more treats!

Kieran: What are you making today?

Juliana, beaming: Apple Pie à la Mode Ice Cream Sandwiches! I had SO much trouble making them in Paldea, but now I finally got them right. Hopefully...

Kieran: Alight. Just one taste will do for testing.

~ten minutes & nine ice cream sandwiches later~

Juliana: KiKi, slow down! You're gonna get another brain freeze!!

Kieran, with another ice cream in his hand: I'll be fine.

Pecharunt, shivering: So... so cold. H-how is this even affecting me?!

Ribombee: *smirks from behind the mixing bowl*

Kieran really boutta sit here and eat anything Juliana touched until he gets sick, huh? 😂

[everybody-loves-to-eat]

apple pie bars

[allyheart707]

ALLY ALLY ALLY ALLY

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LEAST FAVOURITE FOOD??

Oooo BBQ meat of any form (mostly chicken or RIBS) :333

Also, apple pie à la mode. But .. idk if that counts.

[tellmealovestory]

Hayride

Summary: It's your second date with Eddie and you have high hopes it'll turn out better than the first.

Sequel to Apple Cider

Warnings: Slight angst if you squint really hard, not as much as awkwardness as the first part.

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The second date begins the same as the first, only better.

Eddie picks you up after your shift at Family Video again, this time on time. Butterflies fill the pit of your stomach, their wings flapping away as you look at him and Eddie for his part still looks just as nervous as if he still hasn’t gotten the hang of how to behave around someone of the opposite sex.

Robin behaves herself a little better, only calling out around cupped hands still loud enough for the businesses down the block to hear, “you two have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You up for an adventure?” he asks, opening the van door and closing it once you’re settled into the passenger seat. When he slides into the driver’s seat you’re thankful that when he starts the van up no blaring metal music blasts from the speakers to make your eardrums bleed. 

However, that means you’re left with the struggle of trying to make your brain and mouth work in tandem in an effort not to make another fool of yourself.

He begins driving towards your destination and it’s only after a few seconds of silence that you finally find your voice to answer him. “Maybe. It doesn’t involve anything too extreme like rock climbing or parachuting out of a plane does it?” 

Eddie scoffs and then lets out a bark of laughter that makes your insides melt and you’re relieved to find that the earlier nerves you experienced are beginning to lessen a little, but your palms are still slick with sweat that you subtly try to wipe off on your skirt.

“No, no, nothing that extreme. Less you’re into that kind of thing,” he starts before hastily adding, “I’m flexible with our plans.” When you give a quick shake of your head no, that you’re not into that kind of stuff he continues with a little softer voice and cheeks that are starting to turn pale red. “Steve sort of uh suggested this. Said there’s a hayride. Thought it could be kind of fun since you seemed to like the festival.” 

You’ve never been on a hayride before and your eyes brighten a little at his or maybe Steve’s plans for your second date. 

“I’d like that,” you say, voice just as soft as his. Glancing at him through your lashes the doubts and memories of that first date still ring through your mind so you clear your throat before speaking again. “Are you okay with that though? You didn’t seem too enthused at the carnival.” 

Eddie flinches at being called out, teeth biting at his tongue and he grips the steering wheel a little tighter in his hand. He glances at you before turning back to the road and lies through his teeth. “I’m great with it. Love a good hayride.”

The smile you reward him with makes the lying worthwhile in the end. 

The rest of the ride is filled with a comfortable silence and in it you hope he can’t hear how loud your heart is galloping in your chest. Pulling up to a large field you’re surprised at all the vehicles are already here, but once you hop out of his van you both manage to navigate the crowds with more ease than you had at the fall festival.

There’s a pumpkin patch to your left with kids running through playing tag and a few couples picking out pumpkins for carving or mere decoration. The barn straight ahead is lit up like a church, tables lined in the front selling apple and pumpkin pie a la mode and hot chocolate and coffee for when the sun sets and the midwest air starts to chill. 

To the right of the barn there’s a little shed selling apple cider and even feet away you can smell the spicy aroma that takes you right back to that first date.

Eddie sees you staring at the drink stand and quips, “uh uh, don’t even think about it, sweetheart, after last time? Think we should be banned from having apple cider anywhere near us.” 

The pet name makes your breath hitch and your eyes grow wide, it’s the first time a guy has ever called you sweetheart. You like it. Especially when it’s coming from his lips. Ducking your head down and biting your lower lip another giggle spills out and you try to talk, to tell him that you don’t think wasps come out at night and that one apple cider won’t hurt, but the words are lodged in your throat and oh god you really thought a second date would be easier. 

“Okay,” you start, “no apple cider, but maybe a hot chocolate afterwards? That seems like a safe option.”

“Deal.” His smile is wide and bright and contagious. Resting his palm lightly on your lower back he guides you towards the growing line for the hayride. 

The line moves slowly, everyone stepping up carefully on the steps and finding a seat on the large trailer piled high with hale bales. Conversation around you is loud making it hard to talk with Eddie, but that might be a good thing given your tongue is still getting stuck to the roof of your mouth and all you can focus on is the heat of his palm through your sweater on your lower back.

When it’s your turn to board the trailer like the gentleman he is he helps you up the stairs, hand only leaving your back once you’re seated near the end. He joins you after a few seconds and when his knee bumps into yours you get an electric shock that flows through your veins and startles you a bit.

“This is a normal hayride, right? Nothing haunted or scary is going to jump out at us?” You ask softly, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. The horses up front start to neigh and the chatter you experienced while standing in line has died down as an excitement ripples through the patrons. 

Eddie rubs the back of his neck, nerves pricking in his bloodstream because he’s not entirely sure and he silently curses Steve for not giving him more information. But with how many families and kids are around it’s gotta be a normal one, right? 

It’s only once the horses begin their slow and measured trot through the well worn path and wooded area that he finally answers your question with what he hopes is the correct response. “Normal. Nothing scary to be worried about. Less you’re afraid of the big bad woods and the witch that haunts it.” He wiggles his eyebrows and a kid who can’t be more than four or five sitting across from you widens their eyes and buries their head in their mothers forest green coat. 

It’s not funny, it’s really not and you chalk the laughter that starts to seep out from the nerves and when the mother notices she shoots you a sharp glare that only makes you laugh harder. Eddie finds your reaction absolutely adorable and he joins in on your laughter before offering the mother and child a quick apology.

The trees are bursting with those brilliant fall colors of reds and oranges and yellows that always makes you feel grateful to live here in the autumn. The air has just a hint of a chill and you’re glad you wore an oversized sweater to keep you warm.

As the horses continue their trot and the ground begins to grow a little more uneven you find yourself jostled into the hard edges of his body. The heat in your cheeks flares up and the apologies tumble so hard and fast from your lips that Eddie has to put a stop to them with a gentle and soft, “it’s okay, I don’t mind.” He follows it up with wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tugging you closer to his body.

It’s difficult for you to relax and enjoy the view and the gentle swaying of the trailer as it winds through a curve in the woods when you’re consumed by the woodsy scent that clings to Eddie and how heavy yet nice his arm feels slung across your shoulder. 

And it’s even more difficult to focus when he dips his head down as you pass an old and twisted tree, branches almost touching the tops of people's heads. His warm breath fans your ear and he whispers, “try not to get too scared. This is where the witch lives, right in that tree.” 

“Oh no, I left my witch repellent at home,” you tease and when he chuckles your heart swells ten times its size upon hearing that deep laughter and knowing you were the cause of it. 

“No need for it. Everybody knows she stays away from sweet things. You’re safe.”

“Guess that means you’re safe too, Eddie.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god, is this what flirting is? Sharing quips back and forth, hoping they land, saying and doing things to get the other person to smile or laugh? And were you doing that? Really and truly doing that?

If this is flirting it makes you feel dizzy and warm all over like a soda left out in the sun and shooken up before someone tries to open it. Both Steve and Robin are going to be so proud of you when you tell them of this moment later. Or maybe, just maybe you’ll keep this to yourself. 

“Smooth,” Eddie teases after a few seconds of silence and when he speaks again your body melts a little easier into his side. 

The rest of the hayride flies past in a blur and when the horses trot back to the entrance you’re disappointed both that it’s over and how the crowd seems to have swelled double in size. 

Eddie gets off first, stepping down the steps, holding his hand out to you and when you take it another jolt of electricity shoots through you and there’s no way you can hide your massive smile. Stepping down he keeps hold of your hand as you guys head towards the barn where the warm drinks and pies are being sold. 

“Are you sure getting another cider is a hard no?” you ask, hope lighting up your eyes and Eddie almost gives in before he steers you over to the hot chocolate. Picking up two cups they teeter with mini marshmallows and whip cream, so indulgent and warm and when you take a first sip of that milk chocolate your disappointment at not getting another cider ebbs away. 

“No more cider. This date is going good and I’m not about to ruin it,” he says, guiding you towards an empty bench where you can watch the crowd.

It is going good when compared to your first date and yet there’s still a few doubts swirling through you and you hate it.  

You take a long sip of your drink to avoid having to say something and when you finally do speak your voice is quiet and a little shaky and you hate it. “You had fun back there?” Gesturing towards the hayride that’s full of people again and about to take off for another trot through the woods. 

Eddie’s eyebrows knit together and he shifts his body so he’s facing you better head on. “Yeah. I was with you wasn’t I?” His voice is light and easy in comparison to yours, but when he speaks again it's filled with a doubt that matches your own. “Did you have fun back there?” 

Nodding your head eagerly, your grip tightens around your still warm cup of hot chocolate and you struggle to choose your words carefully. “I did! It was nice. I just wanted to make sure that you were having fun. None of this really seems like your kind of thing. Too conformist maybe?”

You dare a peek at him through your lashes hoping nothing you said offended him and it appears it didn’t because when you look at his face he’s grinning and his eyes are full of sparkle beneath the barn lights. 

“What? You think cause I dress like this and play Dungeons and Dragons that means I can’t enjoy a nice hayride through the woods and a delicious drink afterwards with a pretty woman?” He teases. When you stare at him with doubt still dancing through your eyes and knitted brows he tries a different tactic. 

Setting his drink down next to him on the bench he squeezes your hand and that familiar flutter of butterfly wings flaps in the pit of your stomach and you’re having a hard time tearing your gaze away from where your hands are connected. 

“Can I be honest?” he says after a few seconds. Those four words make your heart spike, but before you have time to get sucked into another black pit of doubt and insecurity he’s talking again. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. When you agreed to go out with me again I was lost on what to do for a second date. I was gonna take you to the movies, but Steve convinced me this was a better route to go. Said he brought some date out here and it was great. Not really my scene, but you love it and that’s good enough for me.” 

It takes a few minutes to digest everything he just said, minutes longer still to digest that he went to Steve for advice. While he’s a wonderful friend and great co-worker he’s not the first person you’d go to for relationship or date advice. You had assumed back in the van on the drive over that he wasn’t super enthused about this, but the fact he still went through it because of you makes your heart warm. 

“I like the movies,” you say with a small smile. “I liked tonight too, but I would have felt better had we done something you were into too. And maybe had you not asked Steve for advice.”

“There’s always date three for that,” Eddie says with a hopefulness in his voice that finally makes you tear your gaze away from your joined hands and stare into his eyes. 

“I also like the idea of a third date. Maybe this time though we won't let Robin or Steve pick out our plans?” you suggest. 

“It’s a deal, sweetheart.”