There'll be lots of time and wine (closed log)

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Who: Tadhg MacEibhir and Angela Montenegro.
What: A picnic date! With dessert first.
Where: Starts at the Valhalla, will move to Barrackham because trees.
When: Noon on Sukkardi until however late it goes.
Warnings: It is Angela and Tadhg, so probably frank language at least.

Tadhg returns to the inn to pick up Angela a few minutes early. Promptness is not always his forte, but even he would find it difficult to forget about a date for which he's spent the morning preparing. He has several surprises planned for the afternoon; he can only hope she enjoys them all. Of course, a few of the surprises are more in the nature of revelations...

He detours upstairs to his room only long enough to snag a coat. Running about on his own four hooves kept him warm enough in the morning, but they'll take things slower on the way back, and the air outside has a nip of winter to it. Entering the common room, he looks around for Angela, fidgety and maybe ever so slightly nervous.

So far Angela has taken everything he's told her about himself in stride. Hopefully his good luck will hold today.

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"One of those people who are sexually attracted to animals?" She's implying she's still attracted to him, so there's a plus in his column. Angela's just not sure what to do with this piece of information she's been given. She's dated all sorts of men before. A puca is a first; a puca that changes into a horse is an even bigger first.

"Okay, I mean, are you a man first, horse second or a horse first, man second?" she asks, closing her eyes and rubbing at the space between her eyebrows. Really, this is something completely brand new for her.

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"Oh." Ohh, that is what she means. Her questions actually come as something of a relief to Tadhg, because he does have acceptable answers for them. He thinks. Hopes.

"It's not really a case of one form coming before the other." He speaks slowly, choosing his words with care. "They're both part of who I am, but being able to change into a horse doesn't make me a horse any more than changing shape would make a vampire a bat." He hasn't actually met any vampires who can transform that way, but it's the simplest example he can come up with right now. "I can take the form and the characteristics, but I'm not the animal.

"I do spend more time in human form." He gives Angela's hand a gentle, and he hopes reassuring, squeeze. "If only because it's hard to manipulate paint brushes, make tack, and shape metal with hooves." He lets a little mischief leak into his smile and voice. "And since I never have sex while in horse form ... no, you don't need to worry about being a furry."

He hopes she picks up on the corollary to that last statement, that there are no mares in his sexual history, thank you.

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She does pick it up and picks it up very well. His answer is good enough for her, especially the part where he says he's not the animal. Angela isn't sure she could ever take that step from human with odd skills to animals with odd skills that make it look human. Even she has limits.

With a return squeeze, Angela opens her eyes and smiles softly at him, poking his nose playfully. Clearly she is okay with this information now. After circus clowns and an attraction to a vampire, there's not much else she can say she won't do... er, date.

"And now my next question deals with you literally being hung like a horse." Only that's not a question because there is clearly a smirk on her lips.

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He relaxes as Angela does, relief flowing through him at the return of her smile. Tadhg wonders, as he takes a playful nip in the direction of her nose-poking finger, if she has any idea how rare she is, and how glad he is that she's the one who let him out of the arrival room. He's right in the middle of hoping he doesn't ever present her with a situation that her open-mindedness can't handle when she comes out with her question, prompting an even longer laugh from him.

"Well... since I am going for honesty here, I have to say no." His sigh of mock-regret gives way to a smile of sunny confidence. "However, I can say with confidence that I've never given any lady cause for complaint in that department."

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"Motion of the ocean and all that, I guess," Angela replies with a salacious grin and wave of her hand. "I can't say that I've been on a date with anybody like you before, but there is a first time for everything."

A very curious part of her wonders what happens exactly when he transforms and wants to ask, but the other much more tactful part of her tells her to just hold off on that question. One never knows how comfortable the other is about things like this. "I wish there was a secret to trade in return... I snore sometimes?"