maskormenacelogs | Date Night [Crashable]

WHO: Ned and Catelyn and anyone who'd like to bump into them
WHERE: some fancy restaurant
WHEN: this evening
WHAT: wine-ing and dining and grossing everyone out with how cute they are
WARNINGS: sickening cuteness and old married people making out

It was, oddly enough, idle workplace chatter that gave him the idea. He spent much of his time in the office listening and observing, trying to get a better handle on this strange new life. This was how he encountered the concept of "taking the wife out."

He usually wanted no part in the strange, "modern" activities his coworkers described. He failed to see the appeal in things like "clubbing" and "golf" and the ridiculous "suit" they insisted he wear.

But this idea was different. This one stuck with him. This one he mulled and pondered until finally, as he listened to the noise of their busy little house, he decided he needed to try it.

It had taken a bit of research to figure it all out, and he'd certainly had to venture into unfamiliar waters. But at last, the plans were made.

He had a reservation at one of the city's best restaurants, a chauffeur to take them there, and a gift for Cat that he desperately hopes will fit.

He also has more butterflies in his stomach than he has since their wedding night.

Be gentle, Cat. Be gentle.

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To say that she was out of her depth with this concept is putting it lightly. If he has no idea how to take his wife out on a date, then she is just as unprepared to be taken out. Still, she recognizes a special occasion when she sees one; it's just a completely unfamiliar concept.

The dress gives her more than a little reservation. To a modern eye, it's very modest and classy; to a Westerosi....especially from the North...it's pretty scandalous honestly. It is a beautiful fabric and color, and though she could wish for a little more fabric and a little less collarbone, she finally, grudgingly, talks herself into taking that first step out of their room. After that, the other steps are easier.

She does not miss that he is just as (mildly) apprehensive as she is, and it might be comical to anyone else. They have a lot of time apart to make up for, and in a great many ways, she often feels as she did in her early days at Winterfell - completely at a loss and treading water. But here at least, she is more secure in her place in his affections...even if she will never ask that question again. Not even here.

He still hasn't said anything, and she tilts her head, reaching up to brush an errant hair back from her face. She has pinned it up with approximately a thousand of Sansa's little hairpins, quite the change from normal, but her hair does not agree with being tamed and it has already escaped in probably a hundred little wisps. She can feel them, and she bites her lip nervously.

"Well...say something, or have the Others taken your tongue?" she teases, determined to make him smile.

For a long moment, all he can do is stare. He was worried about the dress. It's very different, after all. Folks around here seem to like to show more skin than they're used to - something he's struggled to grasp since he arrived.

Now that he's seen the dress on her, he finally understands the appeal. Everything is covered; decency is (mostly) maintained, but the suggestion is there, and...

He clears his throat, shakes his head, and wonders if they really need to leave the house after all.

"You look... amazing," he manages at last, stepping forward to take her hand, lifting it to his lips. "I don't think I've seen a more beautiful sight in all my life."

She felt an invisible weight lift from her shoulders. He approves, which of course he should, as this entire thing was his idea. And yet...and yet she had been concerned. "You have seen a great many more beautiful sights." she argues, albeit playfully. "And yet...it is still pleasant to hear."

She is quiet a moment; they do not rush to fill silence with unnecessary words. It would not suit either of them. "And where, pray tell, are we going? Or is that too a secret?"

He shakes his head and smiles fondly, and for a time, simply relishes the moment. Here they were, alive and well and going on a... what was the term? Date? Strange as this place may be, he couldn't help but be grateful for it. It had given him such peace and joy already, and he had great hope for what the future held.

"We're going to dinner," he said, in response to her question. "At a restaurant." Hopefully, that sounded exciting. Or at least, intriguing.

She can't help but smile a little wider, butterflies flittering around her insides. It's ridiculous to feel this way, and yet she does, a little. "I am happy to spend any time I can with you. Every moment is a gift from the gods." Did it sound cheesy? Probably a little, but it was meant very sincerely.

"So it is," he agrees quietly, taking both her hands in his and leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

"Shall we go?"

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