Dinner had gone rather well, Dinadan feels. Aside from when he'd paid and a condom had fallen out of the envelope with the money Henry had left and he had contemplated shrinking down to sub-atomic size for ever and ever. But he had somehow survived that with at least a scrap of dignity intact, and successfully gotten the car back to the Palmer home. He had also (half wondering why he was doing this) managed to talk his father into letting him go over to Petra's place.
Well, maybe. It was possible that his dad had only half-heard him. He'd been busy in the lab when Dinadan had asked, and Dinadan had occasionally secured permission for some really stupid things under similar circumstances. So he'd left a note, just in case.
"So, how do we want to do this?"
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