How?" He asks, a tad confused.
"To apologize for nearly killing me…."
"I don't think I even got close." Dream is quick to refute.
Dale just waits patiently with expectant eyes and Dream is starting to wonder how he keeps getting into these kinds of situations.
"Fine." He accepts, he's still guilty of cracking him over the head with a pan, he should own up to it. "When are we going?" He asks, mentally checking his schedule.
"Right now." Dale says seriously, stare level.
"Aren't you supposed to be on bed rest?" Dream inquires with a frown.
"Ooh, you want the date in my bedroom, that can be arranged." Dale says smoothly.
Dream just stares at him blankly, he's starting to think that perhaps the Head Beta was up to something when he said pans should be kept out of their conversation because right now - if he had a pan? Dale was getting rushed to the clinic again.
