Dinner With Mom

"So... How long have you known each other?" Mrs. Agreste asks, trying to fill the silence before the meal is prepared.

"A few months, right?" You ask, glancing at Adrien.

"Yeah, that's about right."

"How did you meet?"

"I was akumatized. He walked me home and things haven't been the same since." You say, grinning as he takes your hand under the table.

"Aww! How long was it until you started dating?"

"It took us a month or so. Not too long, but longer than it should've been." Adrien answers, and you can tell he's thinking about his regrets from trying to distance himself from you after everything with bff/n, so you squeeze his hand before answering next question. 

"Adrien tells me you're homeschooled. Any particular reason?"

"I just wasn't happy in regular school, and my parents agreed to let me stop, as long as I could pass my tests."

"And you like that better?"

"Yes, much."

"Well good."

An awkward silence follows, and nobody seems to know how to end it.

"OK, this is silly. You came here so we could get to know each other! No more basic questions! Let's get to the more interesting stuff!" Emilie says, rather suddenly.

"Uh, like what?" Adrien asks.

"Hmm. You seem to joke with each other a lot. Does he drive you crazy with puns?"

"I couldn't date him if I didn't like puns! I don't think he can go an hour without making one."

"That's not true! I'm don't make them in my sleep. So ha!"

"I bet you do. You probably dream about them."

"But I don't say them, so it still counts!"

"Sure it does."

Everyone laughs, and the awkwardness seems to go away, for the most part as more questions are asked and answered.

Nothing too serious, but nothing boring either.

Adrien was right, his mom really is pretty chill.

So that's why you work up the courage to ask something you'd been wondering about for a while.

"Your uh, your husband wasn't too fond of all the jokes and puns, was he?" You ask, already regretting it when the laughter comes to a halt.

"Well no, not as much as Adrien and I, but he didn't them. Why do you ask?"

"I just wondered. Like I said, I couldn't imagine being with him if I didn't like puns." You say, nodding to Adrien.

"Oh. I suppose you want to know how someone like me, who enjoys jokes and poking fun, could marry someone who was so serious?"

"Yeah." You say, thinking this was a bad thing to ask.

"Well he wasn't always the way Adrien says he became. He used to be much more, hm, chill?"

"Not chill enough to let me go to school, or have friends." Adrien mutters under his breath, but you still catch it.

"I don't really understand it myself, but it happened and now we have Adrien, so I'm thankful it did."

"Me too." You say, cracking a smile.

Luckily the food is finished then, and is brought to the table.

Everyone thanks the people who brought the food, and you wait a second to eat, in case there's any fancy people rituals that are supposed to come first.

"Am I supposed to use anything specific?" You whisper to Adrien, gesturing to the different utensils around your plate.

"Whichever you want." He responds, flashing a grin.

You had worried you might've upset him by bringing up his father, but he didn't seem bothered.

Everyone enjoys the food so much, hardly any more questions are asked.

"You were right, I think your chef really is a wizard!" You say, eating the last bite of your food.

"Probably. I bet there's also a fairy somewhere." Adrien teases.

"Oh dear, hopefully we still have a laundry fairy!" Emilie says, making you confused.

"A laundry fairy?" You repeat.

"Oh yes! I remember I once stained my favorite top so badly I was sure it was done for. But our magic workers got it out, as you can see!" She says, pointing to where the stain must've been, and there wasn't anything there, but you still don't know why it was brought up.

"Have you both finished?" She asks, not explaining.

You and Adrien say you have, so she nods and quickly starts trying to finish.

"You go with her to get that spill taken care of, while I get started with the chef on our surprise dessert!" She says, looking to Adrien.

The mention of dessert perks you up, but you're still confused to the 'spill' until you glance down and notice you'd gotten something on you.

"Dang it! This is my best shirt!" You mutter as you stand with Adrien.

"Come on, Miss Mess." He teases.

You shoot a glare at him as he leads you to the stairs, but still allow your fingers to become entwined with his.

"So what are we doing?" You can't help asking when he takes you to his room.

"You can wear something of mine while your shirt gets cleaned. They really are miracle workers, because I don't always smell like cheese, right?"

"Hey, you should be disappointed by that!" Plagg says as he zips over from the bed.

"Of course, my bad." Adrien says.

"It is." Plagg mutters, going to his cheese pile.

Adrien gives an exaggerated eye roll and goes to find something for you to wear.

He pulls a few things out, until settling on a hoodie.

"Sadly, you won't be as fancy, but at least you be more comfy!"

"Comfy is better than fancy anyway." You respond, taking the hoodie and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You can change in there." He nods to the bathroom, turning to rearrange the clothes he'd taken out.

You quickly go in and get the swap done.

"Did you steal that from Master Fu?" You ask, returning from the bathroom and pointing at the very bright shirt he's pushing aside.

"Nah, I've had this longer than I knew him. I used to wear it to tick my father off when he was extra annoying." He explains.

"That's ameowzing." You pun, which reminds you of something you feel like you should to say.