If Richard ever heard that, it would take all the self-control in the world to keep from encouraging her. Maybe once they've managed to net her more time with her father than with her mother, he will. Or once he's finally lost what's left of his sense of self-preservation when it comes to Susan.
If things get worse--say, if Susan figures out what's going on between the two of them, which he's certain she won't--then Salome's desires to lash out against her mother may prove a useful weapon, indeed.
Oh, God, he was joking, he wasn't really serious about letting her drive, but she's so cute when she's excited about something like this. And he'll be in the passenger's seat and everything, so she just needs to not get them pulled over, or crash the car into one of the many oh-so-sightly farms littering Ohio and West Virginia. When they get through certain areas of Appalachia, he'll probably insist on switching back, but there's no harm in letting her drive for an hour or so.
Probably.
"Oh, yeah, sure, babydoll, you can drive for a bit." Usually the point of having other people drive is to relax. Sadly for Richard he doesn't see that in the cards. "Just be careful."
With a grin, he places his order after hers--which he describes to the waitress as a steak he wants cooked 'as rare as you can without violating a health code or killing me'--and then turns to her with an arched brow. "A medium rare steak? Why, but I thought you were a vegetarian! Some poor cow died and you're just feasting on its corpse. Tsk." Chuckling, he sips his drink and says, "Just save room, we might get desert. The sign in the front claims the pie here is good."
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Date: 2012-08-12 05:14 pm (UTC)If things get worse--say, if Susan figures out what's going on between the two of them, which he's certain she won't--then Salome's desires to lash out against her mother may prove a useful weapon, indeed.
Oh, God, he was joking, he wasn't really serious about letting her drive, but she's so cute when she's excited about something like this. And he'll be in the passenger's seat and everything, so she just needs to not get them pulled over, or crash the car into one of the many oh-so-sightly farms littering Ohio and West Virginia. When they get through certain areas of Appalachia, he'll probably insist on switching back, but there's no harm in letting her drive for an hour or so.
Probably.
"Oh, yeah, sure, babydoll, you can drive for a bit." Usually the point of having other people drive is to relax. Sadly for Richard he doesn't see that in the cards. "Just be careful."
With a grin, he places his order after hers--which he describes to the waitress as a steak he wants cooked 'as rare as you can without violating a health code or killing me'--and then turns to her with an arched brow. "A medium rare steak? Why, but I thought you were a vegetarian! Some poor cow died and you're just feasting on its corpse. Tsk." Chuckling, he sips his drink and says, "Just save room, we might get desert. The sign in the front claims the pie here is good."