"I told her the truth," Rory said, glancing around and lowering her voice. "Okay. Have I ever shown you a picture of Dean, my ex? Dean, who is tall and lanky and good-looking and who my mother adored? Grandma hated him. Imagine how this will go."
Parker opened her mouth, then shut it with a click. "Oh. Dear." She frowned, drawing her eyebrows together. "What kind of guy does your grandmother want you to hang out with? Because Dean sounded nice, and if she didn't approve of him, I can't imagine what she's looking for."
"And who shall probably be a bunny again, given his track record." Parker tilted her head. "I don't get it. He was kinda just there. What appealed to your grandmother? That he was blond?"
"Ahh. And thus, your Grandma would like a grandson-in-law who's more conventional, for lots of reasons." Parker thought about that. "Yeah, she's not going to be impressed by Anakin even if he flies your car into their garage."
"Who says I'm telling them that bit?" Rory asked. "I'm presenting my friend Anakin from a small Buddhist sect who is training to be a monk. S'the only way I can think to save him."
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"Not even a little. Wait. Logan-who-is-not-a-bunny?"
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