An Aside - Miscommunication

"Careful with that- don't, you'll scratch the paint!"

"¡Increíble! Simply astounding!"

"Amazing workmansssship! You can hardly ssssee the sssseamssss!"

A ringing chime of amazement from Jimmy punctuated Bobby's statement as they and Marcus overlooked Pit's new jetpack. The first thing the angel did upon waking up was put the thing on and zoom straight over to Delia's house, where the gang were having a big shared breakfast in celebration of their achievements on the stage. Needless to say, Bobby was still covered in bacon grease after the dramatic entrance Pit made, but that was a minor concern right now as the half-Japanese collection of snakes gaped at the machine Celestia had made. Even Marcus, who knew as much about machines as a rabbit knows about space travel, could appreciate the time and effort put into the contraption.

"And you ssssay it'ssss sssself-powered? Remarkable!" Bobby was currently examining the fan on the back of the device, their multiple tongues flickering in curiosity.

Pit positively beamed, his wings flapping reflexively. "That's right - it's all air power! All I have to do is flap my wings and I'm airborne!"

Jimmy, having colaesced into a solid form with mutliple feelers, rattled with wonder as he traced the contours of the jetpack's form with one tentacle. He did this gingerly, of course, in order that Pit wouldn't chew him out for scratching the paint.

"I know, right? To think that thissss Ccccelesssstia woman made thissss marveloussss contraption jusssst for Featherssss here!"

Pit chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. "Well, I did tell her about my... disability, and she was more than happy to help. At least I can go up to Cloud Seven and get hammered with Gabe now."

"Sssshe musssst be a really wonderful persssson." A rare complement - Bobby was not one for doling out praise to just anyone.

"Yeah, she is."

A sudden grin appeared on Marcus' spine-stubbled face. "Oh, I see how it is, amigo," he chuckled, propping the jetpack down on the sofa were it wouldn't be damaged.

Pit blinked in confusion. "Do you?"

"Of course!" The catcus man boomed with good-natured laughter as he put one burly arm around the angel's shoulder. "I was the same with Delia when I first met her, and believe me, I know flechazo when I first see it! It's only natural you'd want to repay this girl for helping you out!"

A mixture of comprehension and nervous terror creeped upon Pit. Marcus thought that he... fancied Celestia? How the hell did he even come to that conclusion?! Yes, she'd helped the angel to fly, after all these years, but he barely even knew her! That was hardly grounds for something like that! More to the point, she was already a mother, and in Pit's considered opinion: ew, no, no way, no thank you. There were boundaries even the angel wouldn't cross, not even for a hundred bags of candy!

"Uh, heh heh, very funny, Marcus. But I don't-"

"Oh, don't worry, chico!" Marcus continued to talk as he guided Pit to the window, still talking and gesturing enthusiastically. "You can count on me to help you out! Firstly, you'll need to take her out-"

Pit tried again. "Marcus, you've got the wrong-"

"-not a drive-thru movie, you need to show her you have standards! I hear that Titanic movie is pretty good-"

Bobby had a go. "Marcussss, that'ssss not-"

"-burritos won't do, of course! Something appropriate, like lamb and mint sauce! Then you-"

Jimmy rattled something in his language.

"-and then you look her in the eyes, hold her hands and tell her how much she-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake..." Pit slowly dropped his face into both palms, not even listening to Marcus anymore. Of all the ways he wanted the day to start off... well, this wasn't the wosrt, but it was certaintly going to make the top five list. Even Bobby and Jimmy had given up, watching their friend endure the lecture with expressions of sympathetic pain.

They didn't even notice the white llama trot by the window. We'll get to that later.