It's definitely a date

[squintwrangler]

Things were moving slowly with Phil, but tonight was definitely a date.  A second date, really, since they'd watched the sunset together after the island had stopped being Vegas.  And there had certainly been a little kissing, though not as much as she had learned to expect.  He was an old-fashioned kind of guy, though, and it was sort of nice not to jump into bed immediately.   Slightly frustrating in a good way, too. 

He'd suggested they have some of his fresh-caught fish on the beach sometime and she'd agreed immediately.   They'd eventually settled on this particular Sunday night since he didn't have anything to do for his various island responsibilities and neither did she.  She'd then been vain enough to attempt to convince the box to give her something that would both look nice and not be tremendously uncomfortable while sitting on sand. 

Eventually she'd managed it, although she still wasn't sure about the bow, and she paired the box's suggestion with some sensible but stylish sandals before walking down to the pier.  When she arrived, she saw Phil wearing what looked like linen.  He seemed to prefer it and she didn't blame him, although she was glad she didn't have to do his ironing.  He was tending a little grill and had apparently gone to some trouble to make an appealing little tableaux with blankets, pillows, and a basket of something. 

"This looks lovely, Phil," she complimented him warmly.

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[shieldsupernanny]

"Oh, you wouldn't believe." Although he was amused to remember that they had yet to create a psych eval that Natasha couldn't flummox. He'd heard some of her examiners had to take vacations of their own after a session with her.

"But I don't mind the work, or the armchair psychology, what else do we have to do? It's that or drink ourselves senseless and do crazy things." To which he took a drink of his wine and smiled.

[squintwrangler]

She probably wouldn't believe, since he did covert-type things and they were justifiably wary about giving guns and a certain amount of carte blanche to people who weren't stable. That had ended badly more than once.

"I'm pretty sure you have a crazy streak in there," she teased him lightly. "I won't ask about any ill-considered teenage tattoos, though. Maybe someday."

And maybe someday she'd see them, but she wasn't going to say that either.

[shieldsupernanny]

"No tattoos, but there are a few interesting scars around." Tattoos were frowned upon by the SHIELD higher-ups unless it was part of a cover. They tended to stick out and were hard to conceal. But that wasn't really all that important, not tonight.

"So is now where I get to ask you about your wild and crazy youth?"

[squintwrangler]

She had actually had a pretty wild youth, wild enough that when she started thinking about Michelle following in her footsteps it gave her figurative hives. At the same time, she'd been valedictorian of her class, so she wasn't too naughty. And she had never had a significant criminal record or she wouldn't have been able to be a cop and then a government employee.

"Oh, I don't think we really need to go there," Cam chuckled and sipped her wine. "Let's just say it's enough that when my teenage daughter started to rebel, she was pretty frustrated to know that since I had already done most of those things, I was pretty good at catching her at it."