Isabelle "Izzy" Rebecca McDonald (daddyshellspawn) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-10-15 18:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | izzy mcdonald (future plot), lindsey mcdonald |
Who: Lindsey and Izzy McDonald
What: Mandatory father-daughter time in the form of lunch.
When: Early afternoon
Where: A restaurant of Lindsey's choosing.
Rating: G
Status: Thread; incomplete.
Izzy was getting homesick. As grateful as she was to be safe and in the company of her parents (even if they weren't her parents yet), she missed home, and she missed the pair of them that were. She loved them no matter which version they were, she was quick to remind herself, but...she wasn't so sure it worked the other way around.
It could be worse, she'd thought on more than one occasion. Her dad could be acting like Spike. He wasn't being mean, not at all, but he didn't seem like her dad, either. Izzy wasn't used to feeling as though something as routine as giving hugs was off-limits, and she didn't like it.
For that reason, she had been surprised by the invitation the night before to have lunch with her father the following day, but had giddily jumped at the opportunity. She wasn't oblivious to the fact that it had likely been her mother's idea, not when she had overheard them once or twice before. Izzy knew enough to deduce that in 2006, they weren't ready to have a kid yet. Furthermore, she was aware enough to be concerned that in showing up too soon, she had 'ruined everything.' The very worst thing she could imagine was that she had made a bad impression, caused the people that would become her parents not to like her. Even if her timeline was solidified, it still stung fiercely to think that this Cathy and Lindsey McDonald might not ever want her.
This would be her chance to prove to her dad that they could get along, she told herself. And that was important to her.
In the past weeks that she had been with them, some amount of the awkwardness had dissipated, and she was feeling hopeful by the time they reached the restaurant. Izzy was polite and friendly to the staff, making sure to place her napkin immediately onto her lap and tack on 'please' and 'thank you' when she ordered her drink--a pink lemonade. Once the server left, leaving them to pour over their menus, she glanced across the table to her father, scrambling for something to say.
"What do you like best?" she asked innocently, deciding that it was an okay place to start, even if she thought she might already know the answer.