
You check in on the date, seeing nothing wrong in the slightest. Dad perks up slightly as you tell her there’s something happening elsewhere- but there isn’t much that she can do about it, so her job is to hang tight, enjoy the date, and make sure she and Primus stay safe. Make sure to have Devil and Lover eat first, and try to talk about how she wants to resolve this with as little suffering as possible.
Dad gives a quick, subtle hand signal, and you take pride in her professionalism with the whole thing. Your fatherly TCP takes a careful look over at Devil and Lover, asking if they wouldn’t mind taking a bite first. Devil raises a hot dog to her face without hesitation, absorbing it in a single motion and making a hand flourish. Her caution has been noted, the flesh type says, and respected. Another test passed, though she assures her that everything has been kept up to code. After all, she doesn’t want to pass up a chance at a nice evening.
You exhale in relief and go to talk to Primus-
EASTWOOD: Shit, nope, nope don’t do that nope stop that