#tangled fan theory

[sharxiii]

The Eternal Library / Melting Point

Part of a demo reel of a my fan-soundtrack for the Library's theme, Ulla & Donella leitmotifs, and the betrayal scene. Let me know if I should make more 7k "OST"!

The full "Eternal Library Medley" with two other tracks is here, thanks for watchin.

[rabidrabbit10]

Theory for VAT7K

I see a lot of theories about Varian being connected to the Moon Stone in some way, and I really like those theories, but what if Varian isn’t connected to the Moon Stone at all? What if he’s connected to a completely different artifact?

He has his blue hair stripe, but it looks to be a different shade of blue than the Moon Stone to me. Sometimes it looks bright blue, other times it’s more of a grayish blue and sometimes it looks like a greenish blue to me. He does seem to be connected to the Black Rocks, but so is Rapunzel and she’s not connected to the Moon Stone either. She’s connected to the Sun Drop. He appears in Rapunzel’s dreams in season 1, which is not something Cassandra is shown to be capable of even when using the Moon Stone’s power. That could just be the result of Rapunzel having nightmares and it may not mean anything, but she seems to suspect it had some sort of meaning. None to mention the fact that he’s giving her cryptic warnings. I think that the Black Rocks may actually respond to any sort of magic that is connected to the cosmos, not just the sun and/or moon.

What if the Moon Stone wasn’t intended to be apart of the plot of VAT7K at all. I know a lot of us assume it was, but what if a completely different artifact was what the creators had in mind? (I don’t know about that though because I’m not in their heads and I just joined the fandom).

I do think Varian is tied to some sort of artifact in VAT7K, even if it wasn’t initially planned for TTS/RTA. Personally, I think he’s connected to a star. Think about it. Rapunzel represents the sun (technically a star, but it’s viewed differently than other stars) Casandra represents the moon and Varian represents a star. I think he’s specifically tethered to a specific type of star called a Blue Straggler Star.

These stars are a kind of star that is hotter than other stars and they’re blue because of this. They’re often created when two stars combine. They burn for a long time, likely longer than other stars in their cluster. They essentially are two stars combining and getting a second chance at life.

Now look at Varian and second chances. He gets a second chance after redeeming himself in the Season 3 premiere. He also comes close to death many times in the series but is repeatedly saved. He tries to persuade Cassandra out of her villainous behavior so she can have a second chance. Varian is also desperate to save his father from the amber that encases him, hoping to give him a second chance at life.

I think a small part of a Blue Straggler Star fell to the Earth and created a plant, not unlike the Sun Drop Flower, and a young Varian came into contact with it. He likely wasn’t born with the hair stripe, but I think he’s had it since he was very young. He possibly wandered off and found the plant in Quirin’s pumpkin patch. He could’ve pulled one of the leaves off of the plant or even started chewing on it, seeing as he was likely a toddler or even a baby when this happened. This plant likely wouldn’t need to be ingested to grant magic to a person, unlike the Sun Drop Flower, but not unlike the Moon Stone. The Moon Stone doesn’t have to be ingested to grant a person magical capabilities, the person in question just has to have it on their person and I think the Blue Star Plant functions similarly. A person would only have to pull off one of the plant’s leaves or uproot it to gain access to its power. The person in question likely wouldn’t have to have the plant or its leaves on their person at all times, they just have to have been the person who either uprooted the plant or took its leaves. (You could potentially also sing or recite an incantation to the Moon Stone and the Blue Star Plant and activate their powers that way as well, but the power wouldn’t permanently transfer to that person if that is how the power is activated).

I think it’s possible Demanitus and Zhan Tiri either didn’t know about the Blue Star Plant or were just uninterested by it, hence why Demanitus didn’t mention it to Rapunzel and why Zhan Tiri says nothing about it either. Zhan Tiri likely didn’t need it to accomplish her goals either so she probably didn’t mention it because she didn’t need it, and it’s possible that Demanitus also didn’t think it would be important to Rapunzel’s mission because of that. It’s possible that Demanitus knew of the plant but wasn’t aware that it had been tampered with for whatever reason and the same could apply to Zhan Tiri as well.

Anyway, that’s my stupid little theory. I have been learning more about VAT7K, but I don’t know everything about it yet, so I could be wrong about some of this. I just thought it was a fun theory! Sorry about the long post, by the way.

[marvelmaniac715]

My first exposure to fan theories was in I think 2014 when my older sister showed me that Disney theory where Elsa and Anna’s parents from Frozen were sailing to Rapunzel from Tangled’s wedding but they obviously got shipwrecked, and that very ship was the one discovered by Ariel in The Little Mermaid, but they didn’t die in the shipwreck, they died in the jungle AFTER the Queen gave birth a baby boy who would go on to become, that’s right, Tarzan from Tarzan. That is why Rapunzel attends Elsa’s coronation. I’ve been obsessed with theories ever since because that theory blew my tiny mind.

[emberlynn-sapphire-anarchy-angel]

FOR MY HONEST OPINION, I BELIEVE BELOS IS ALREADY THERAPRISM FOR OBVIOUS REASONS. ALSO MAYBE MINA, THE MAGIC HIGH COMMISION, AND DOMINATOR FOR REASONS...BUT I'D LIKE TO READ YOUR OPINIONS ON WHICH DISNEY TVA VILLAIN COULD OR SHOULD ALSO BE IN THERAPRISM

[luckystar1327]

i just realized something. In Varian’s first appearance, the neutralizing solution for his goo bomb is in a vial like this:

Right? Right.

in Secret of the Sundrop, it’s not. It’s in a ball that looks more like one of his alchemy bombs (which I guess is kinda what it is)

So I’m not sure if this was a deliberate thing, but it kind of makes me think that it’s like that so Raps or Cass couldn’t get it themselves. Like, they saw what the vial looked like, but it looks completely different in the second image. So, what if he did that on purpose so they couldn’t try to free themselves?

probably grabbing at straws here, but I think Varian is probably much smarter than I give him credit for :]

[1hat0neguy]

I have a feeling that viv used repunzel's design as an inspo for charlie...

They're so similar!

They're both Princesses too!

[matt0044]

IDW Prediction: Deja Vu

Art by: https://www.deviantart.com/ablugreen/gallery

Inspired by the music found here: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uAARPkaDh4g&pp=ygUOTXVzaWNhJ3MgdGhlbWU%3D

After an attempted sabotage nearly gets him killed, "Duo" suspects that he's got someone worse than Eggman as his clientelle. His room at the Restoration is ajar when Whisper comes along at Lanolin's order, the boss lady wanting the two to kiss and make up already.

With all the stealth she's learned, Whisper slips into the room and makes herself know by audibly locking the door to make "Duo" jump. Part of her had been starting to believe that her former friend was trying to start over with a new identity. She could never forgive him but living with Tangle taught her to be open to anybody changing. Even Surge.

So learning the truth wasn't so much upsetting as it was... disappointing. A potential fresh start. A new life where he didn't have to hurt anybody else. Whisper had some semblance of hope that their conflict was a thing of the past.

But here they go again...

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A part of me feels that part of Whisper's character arc would be starting to accept the idea of Duo being Mimic's way of starting over with nobody knowing who he was... only to feel pity and disappointment over such a waste. This was also inspired by this famous Avatar scene where Katara... has a word with Zuko.

[overthoughtit]

SO did Mother Gothel build her tower before hand and use it as a hideout while she was busy being selfish with the golden flower for thousands of years? Or do you think she single handedly built a tower with a newborn on her back?

Like the only alternatives require someone knowing where the tower is/was:

1. Found the abandoned tower by chance and decided that's a great place to keep a baby, risking that whoever had it before was already dead/gone permanently/easily taken care of and that they never told anyone about it OR

2. Contracted a tower and then used the bones of the work crew for the finishing touches to her already not-up-to-code isolation cell in the sky (*seductress style of course)

My vote is for building it after taking Rapunzel cause she just seems like a "if you want something done right" kind of gal.

[fariadraws]

Damn, it's another nerd!

I'd been thinking about giving Cass a boyfriend and finally gave it a shot! Btw, don't take it too seriously because it's basically Leonard from "The Big Bang Theory"; I picked him just because those dialogues came to my mind and I thought it would be so much fun if Cassandra's boyfriend were just another scientist like Varian (but adult) so it kinda pissed her off. She had no interest in this little guy at first but slowly she found out that he's actually an innocent, kind, caring, lonely, harmless nerd guy and fell in love with him.

And again, I'm still busy so I rushed it and as a consequence, it turned out bad 😭.

[animagicsalina]

Chapter Eight - “The Water Kingdom Trial” (Part 4/4)

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And I’m back with the last part of this chapter! I’m ngl it’s been a rough semester with all my classes and losing my Apple Pencil and such. But I hope y’all’s like dis 👉🏼

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Also I have no idea whether to do a filler chapter (which I’ve written a while ago) or go straight to the Air Kingdom (which I have not fully fleshed out yet)

[pixiedust111]

My second TBBT cast video is up 😁! Don't forget to watch!

[whosbex]

Hi weird theory I've had for a while...

Theory is: Hector and Adira are Angry's (Kira) biological parents. If you need persuading here is my proof

Cuase like,...I can't be the only one who felt SERIOUS sexual tension between Hactor and Adira in the great tree episode,right?

NOT TO MENTION, Angry has the perfect split between their personalities. Now that might be a personal opinion but like...

Change my mind.

[imagitory]

The Swing, as a piece, is generally considered a masterpiece of the Rococo era (i.e. 18th century France), especially considering it managed to survive the French Revolution intact, so that might explain the link to Beauty and the Beast, the oldest of the films mentioned. But one could also point out the appeal of a painting depicting a person in motion to a bunch of animators, as well as a painting that depicts such vivid story and characters with lighting, color, and symbolism to a bunch of filmmakers. Plus because it is so well-known and celebrated in the art world, I would hazard a guess it’s featured in a lot of art-related textbooks. 😉

What is Disney's obsession with The Swing?

The Swing by Jean-Honoré Fragonard

is referenced 4 times.

First it was in Tangled concept art.

and you can watch Rapunzel swinging around on her hair in the movie replicating this pose.

Then in Frozen

Right there.

Then in Encanto

This is the exact same pose in mirror image. Also Isabela swings around on a swing made of vines.

And finally in Cinderella 2015, the live action version.

The pose isn't the same. But she's on a swing, with the prince returning the shoe that is lost in the picture.

Did I miss any other references?

edit: well thanks to runningracingdancingchasing, i've learned it was used in Beauty and the Beast concept art too.

seriously, disney, what's up with this?

[rebelfell]

reindeer games┃(for your viewing pleasure-verse)

pornstar!eddie x director!reader

we’re gonna call this a belated holiday blurb 🎄

cw: no smut, but there’s allusions to mutual masturbation and an over abundance of filthy flirting b/c these two simply can’t help themselves. the concept for eddie’s shoot is inspired by this (nsfw) incredible freaking art by @safk-art.

18+, MDNI┃2.2k

You’ve never been a fan of these calendar shoots.

It takes practically the entire day and the studio is packed full because they bring in just about every performer under contract to participate.

It’s loud and chaotic, lots of PAs running back and forth with the most random assortment of props you’ve ever seen. And it’s stifling hot with all the bustling bodies, equipment and lightboxes, flash bulbs going off every five seconds.

Right now there’s a few girls in Victoria’s Secret-esque getups with feathery angel wings being cupids for February, while two more covered in glittery body paint are getting ready to pose in a cauldron to be a “pot of gold” for March. After them, it’ll be girls in big yellow rain boots with matching caps and nothing else spraying one another with a hose for April. 

The remaining months are still in the process of being set up, backdrops being changed out and lighting adjusted. On the furthest wall, there’s a big board with everyone’s assignments and the various call times as well as mock-ups of each concept and who will participate in the photo.

You’ve already visited the board and deduced your first stop will be the wardrobe department so you can get your costume. You’ve also noted that a certain someone will likely be finishing up his turn at the make-up mirror right around the same time you’re done being fitted.

When you emerge from behind the curtained off area set up for people to change, yours eyes meet Eddie’s across all the chaos and he’s immediately getting up from his chair, striding towards you.

Your body can’t help but react to his presence, despite your best efforts to keep your face neutral and squash the urge to run directly into his arms.

You might’ve thought it had been days or weeks since you saw him, rather than mere hours. You might’ve thought you woke up that morning on opposite coasts rather than with your naked limbs entwined and tangled up in your bedsheets. You might’ve thought he was some kind of long lost lover whose face was fading from memory the way your heart leapt just from seeing him.

Still, you know you can’t greet him the way you want to. Not with all these people around.

Word has yet to get around about you two, and you intend to keep it that way. The current theory is that what happened at the awards was just a fluke—a random, drunken, one-night thing. 

(A one-night thing that’s led to the best weeks of your life, but that’s neither here nor there.)

You’re meant to be playing it cool, keeping things professional, still holding all your cards decidedly close to your vests, at least for the time being.

But Eddie's not exactly making it easy.

He lets his dressing gown slip open slightly as he walks over, showing off a little more of the top of his chest and his thick, muscular neck where it meets his pronounced collarbones.

Slut, you think with the utmost affection.

The boy certainly makes for a cute Rudolph.

He’s snagged the coveted December slot, and the creative director has chosen a bondage theme—hence the body harness they’ve got him in under his thin robe, as well as a collar with jingling gold bells and a pair of antlers on top of his mop of unruly curls. For the picture, he’s also going to be tied up with Christmas lights, struggling against the illuminated ties while you and the rest of the ‘reindeer’ stand around him laughing and teasing him mercilessly for his bright red ‘nose.’

You imagine that’s what he was in the chair for, getting the head of his dick painted with deep scarlet rouge so it’ll look like it’s shining.

It’s all seems like a bit much, but even you have to admit you’re excited to see the end result.

He scans up and down with those mischievous eyes, all the while having to resist the urge to slip his hands around your waist and pull you into him, showing you just how redundant you’ve made the Viagra he popped earlier. He should have known he wouldn’t even need it once you were on set.

He snaps his fingers and points, a sly grin tugging at his lips. “Let me guess…Vixen?” 

The bells on the collar around your neck jingle as you smile and shake your head.

“More like Dancer,” you replied lowly, dropping to a breathy whisper when he got close enough to hear. “Or did you forget last night already?”

“Not forgetting that anytime soon,” he promised in a husky whisper of his own.

You shiver at his words as they trickle down your back, and you can almost feel his hands on you exactly as they were the night before—fingers splayed wide to hold onto as much of you as possible when he reached out for your ass.

The dance had started out innocently enough, as a brainstorming session for your next project, only for it to devolve as it often did these days into you attacking one another once one or both of you could no longer restrain yourselves. The pretense of you as a stripper giving your security guard a lap dance as thanks for chasing away a handsy creep fell away, along with your clothes.

This newfound aspect of your relationship was certainly inspiring a lot of ideas, but it had proved to be more of a hindrance to your work ethic than anything else. Still, you couldn’t be too broken up about it. Not when you’re having the best sex of your personal and professional life combined.

“Not forgetting this anytime soon, either,” Eddie adds, still staring raptly at your costume.

You and the other girls are dressed pretty simply in matching brown teddies and antlers of your own, plus collars similar to Eddie’s. They’re also going to paint your faces to look more like deer, with cute little noses and tiny white freckles and extra-long lashes. And yeah, it’s a little silly. But the way a certain pair of bright brown eyes are pouring over you right now…it’s well worth it.

“Hey…think you get to keep this?” he asks quietly, carefully fingering the marabou trim.

“Unlikely,” you frown and then eye him coyly. “But Tina might let me borrow it…assuming it’ll be returned to her in pristine condition.”

Eddie hisses softly through his teeth and his head quickly shakes back and forth.

“Yeeeeah, I can’t guarantee that,” he chuckles.

You deliver a light swat to his chest. Not too flirty, but not strictly platonic either. Though, it’s times like these that make you wonder why you bother.

Anyone looking on could probably see straight through your paltry attempt to act disinterested, and you’ve already started getting third degrees from some of your friends in the industry who have seen the massage tape.

Almost as soon as it was came out, you were being bombarded. People were quick to praise the chemistry between you and your co-star, but they were even quicker to drop their voices to a hushed and conspiring whisper as they asked what was ‘going on’ between you two.

And when you tried to say it was nothing or that you were just friends…it didn’t exactly go over.

You’re joking, right? Nah, no one is that good an actor, babe. The man is fully obsessed with you. Just look at his face when he—

So, yeah, okay, word was likely going to get out. But it wasn’t going to be today.

Right now, you just had to focus on taking this photo and getting through the rest of the day so you could spend the rest of your night with the adorable creature standing before you.

“I’m headed for make-up,” you offer. And in a lightning-quick move, you reach out to squeeze his arm, then swipe at it gently like you were just brushing off a piece of lint for him.

Very discreet. So covert.

Eddie tucks his chin to his chest as he nods, his eyes still roving over you and your skin he can see through the sheer material. You move to walk past him, letting your hip graze decidedly against his.

“Smile pretty,” you whisper under your breath.

It’s not too much longer before they’re calling people over for your shot and instructing Eddie to get in position first. He drops his gown and sinks to his knees in the center of the frame, hard and freshly pumped cock bobbing between his thighs. The fake polyester snow on the floor provides at least a little cushioning, and the red on his head looks extra bright against the sparkly white.

The effect is…extremely distracting. 

Even knowing it’s just make-up, as is the fake cum dribbling from his tip, your mind swirls with recent memories of his cock looking just like this in real life—his own fist wrapped tight around it, sliding up and down in long, even strokes; your dresser rattling as he leans on it for support while you lay with your legs splayed wide in your bed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit.

His eyes meet yours briefly and from the way they flash, you’re certain he’s remembering it too.

Once the photographer is happy with Eddie’s placement, the PAs come to tie his hands behind his back. They wind the strands of lights around his arms and torso up to his shoulders, draping them across his chest and then crossing them behind his back. Two of the girls are given the ends to hold so he looks like he’s hog-tied.

The light bounces prettily off his pale skin that glows a rosy pink, and you make a mental note to shoot him in similar lighting. Soon.

Maybe you’ll do something like this, but with just the Christmas lights. Him in your bed, his delicate wrists tied to your headboard, those soft rainbow lights the only color in the darkened room aside from that of a deep, cool blue winter night…

Okay, seriously. You’ve got to stop.

You’re at work, don’t forget.

Luckily, they’re placing the rest of you now and you’re brought into the foreground to stand next to Eddie. The two of you exchange another look as they fine tune the lighting, and you shoot him the subtlest wink you can manage. It’s short, so quick he nearly misses it, but it’s all he needs to be absolutely certain his dick will stay hard for the remainder of the shoot. Maybe the whole day.

He’s only vaguely aware of the girls standing behind him, or all the people crowded in behind the camera. Once they start shooting, his vision tunnels until all that’s left in focus is you.

The only thing he knows is it’s probably a good thing his hands are tied. Because the way you’re looking, he could not be held responsible for where his hands would wander if they were free. 

Eddie gives himself over to the character he’s meant to be playing, and it’s really not all that hard acting pathetic and desperate for you. The lights he’s all tangled up in tighten as the girls holding either end pull them taut, and the room fills with their giggling as they laugh at him.

But honestly, Eddie doesn’t have any idea what the rest of the reindeer are doing. All he can focus any of his attention on is you in that damn teddy, pinching his chin between your thumb and index finger to make him look at you, smirking like he’s a piece of dirt you wouldn’t let lick your kneecap, let alone anything more erogenous, no matter how hard he begged you for it.

Yet somehow, he’s only more eager to try.

He knows they have the shot they want almost immediately, but they go through a few more poses just to have options. In one, they have you stand with one of your heels planted on Eddie’s chest and if you stay like that much longer, the fake cum on his tip is gonna have company.

Finally, they’re satisfied and there’s a great deal of droning chatter that sort of fades into static as they start to move on to the next shoot.

The rest of the girls wander off, but you kneel and start to unwrap the strands of Christmas lights for him. And they weren’t that tight, but you still massage his wrists once they’re freed and lean in close to his ear so you can whisper how well he did. His cock kicks up all over again at your gentle doting and he wonders if you’ll keep this up tonight at hom—your place.

Once he’s freed, you start to wind up the lights in your hand and glance around for the PAs who are nowhere to be found. You then push the coil into Eddie’s hands and give him a level look.

“See if you can sneak those out,” you instruct him with a smirk. “I’ve got plans for them later.”

ty for reading, merry late whatever-you-celebrate! ❄️💋

[sbcdh]

From the diary of Sophia Xafa

I cannot shake the feeling that I have forgotten something. I am tangled around an absence, a skein of brief and livid market activity twirled around a hollow rod and by god I can feel that absence within me. Something terrible does not lurk at the edge of my thoughts. It started simply enough. Pins of ethical quandaries placed into thoughts for later. Half-formed marginalia doodles in old notebooks like torn pieces of a yellowed jigsaw puzzle. Comments on lecture tours. It nags at me. Decades upon decades of study, and yet it nags. My papers are strewn about the floor. Leaves of scribbled and printed economic theory, torn from the pages of my own work, fanned in promenade like prayer rugs aimed to the old kaaba of my ignorance. The far walls of the apartment seem an ocean away. I feel adrift in a great dark sea with only this island of paper as a raft. Somewhere, buried beneath it all, perhaps swimming in the depths of that great dark sea, is an implication. In 1720 a man, a murderer and thief of stock slips, was put to death in the name of keeping the share price of the Mississippi company afloat. He was broken on the wheel in the center of Paris for his crimes. I never learned how many people saw him die. My eyes wander to torn pages of Confusion of Confusions, they waltz with its stilted and rabbinical prose. I draw the pages close. You, Joseph. What did you see?

The facing page bares only the following text:

I cannot sleep

[luveline]

I’m on my knees for anything bombshell and spence 🙏🏽 maybe their first real date??? or them working a case after they are officially together

Oh, the misery. 

You and Spencer are supposed to be in a low lit restaurant right now feeding each other spoonfuls of parsnip soup between lovey-dovey eyefuls of one another, legs tangled under the table, your kitten heel scratching against the rubber sole of his converse. 

You're supposed to be dressed to the nines, your shawl fragrant with the vanilla perfume Spencer likes so much, a dress cut to the thigh that shows just a little too much when you lean forward. You're supposed to be kissing like idiots in the back seat of your car. 

“They haven't seen anything this bad since the Creek Killer, and this is two active UnSub's at once, so let's keep that in mind,” Hotch says, nodding to the door for Rossi to follow. He sends you and Spencer a look that may or may not be knowing as he adds, “And keep this professional.” 

“Aren't we professional?” you ask Spencer. 

“No!” Morgan calls, he and Emily already out the door. 

Hotch and Rossi are on crime scene duty. Morgan and Emily the victim's family. JJ will be snapping at the heels of the ravenous media in an attempt to dissuade them from following this case too closely: it's a bad one. Coverage will make it worse. 

You're on theory. There are two halves to your job —analysing past cases with similarities, and scrutinising the details of the current case. What you really want is to be analysing Spencer Reid's stupid hot face, and for his hands to be scrutinising your hips. Or your legs. Or your mouth. 

“I know what you're thinking.” 

You raise your eyebrows at Spencer. “I don't think you do.” 

He laughs, “No, I do.” His tie gets caught under his elbow as he grabs your notebook. “They always give you the worst jobs.”

“That's just not true, Mr. Reid. This is my very favourite job.”  

“Dr. Reid,” Spencer corrects, a smile already playing on his lips in anticipation of your reaction. 

You needle an elbow into his side until he huffs and pulls away. Surrendering. Typical. Displaced air fans your hand as he opens your notebook to a blank page. “We'll start with UnSub commonalities, just as soon as…” he murmurs, his pen scratching across the top line. You can't see past his shoulder. 

“Serials targeting women,” you say immediately. “Likely older, white, male, the usual. Murders are incisive, and disgusting, but the signatures are so different, they can't be– Does the pen not work?” 

Spencer shakes his head, sliding the notebook across the table to you. “Had to do this first.” 

Caveats for perfect first date, Spencer's written, a list with one lonely bullet point. Me and you together. 

You shouldn't be surprised. It's really not unlike him to be sweet, but this is alarmingly confident. I'm gonna eat him, you think, looking up with a smirk that turns soft at the sight of him. His cheeks are marbling with red flush, hair in his eyes as he stares anywhere but you. 

“Spence, are you blushing?” you ask fondly. 

“Don't be upset about tonight,” he murmurs, ignoring you with a hint of worry to his tone. “I know it's not what you wanted, but I– we can still go, when we're home–” 

You press your lips together in an unsuccessful attempt to hide your smile. “Yeah, we can still go, but you're right, Spence. You are. This is as good a place as any. 'N' I can make any date perfect.” 

Your joke rescues him from the depths of mortification. He clears his throat, says, “Exactly. But we should get back to the list.” 

He takes your hand under the table, long fingers sewn between yours.