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Diana Prince-Rory
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Sheriff of New Dodge

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Mick takes the box and opens it staring at the picture for several moments before sniffling slightly and looking back up at Diana. “Thanks. I didn’t have one of her. I. I didn’t wanna forget her.” He says looking back down at the photo like it’s precious. Which it is. This is probably the best gift anyone has ever given him.

“Thank you Diana.” He says again

A smile as she watches Mick take in the two pictures. "It was her idea, Antiope's. To have something to remember her by until you meet her again."

Reaching across the table she gently takes his hand.

“She’s a good kid. Beautiful. Smart. Just like her ma.” Mick says softly. “My girls. I miss her. Didn’t think I would. Not like this.”

"And she has a good heart, just like her father. We will see her again soon, Mick. I am certain of it." Because she loves him, and if the gods were to grace her with a child, she would love that child with everything that she had.

Mick nods at her and then kisses the back of her hand affectionately. "Should we have dessert and maybe move to the living room? Watch a movie?" He asks because he doesn't want her to leave yet even though they've both finished eating dinner.

"That sounds wonderful," she agrees. "But only if you let me help clean up." After all it's the least she can do after Mick made such a lovely dinner for them both.

"Okay." Mick says nodding in agreement before standing to start packaging left overs. He puts some in a container for her to take home with her later on and then sets about washing while she dries and puts away. It's nice. Content.

A simple activity like doing dishes is wonderful, quiet and domestic as they finish cleaning up before retiring to Mick's couch.

"Mick. I should tell you about myself, about where I am from." She fiddles with her glass for a moment. "My mother is Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. No one has been able to leave our island since the day I left in 1917."

She doesn't wish to frighten him, but it's also important that Mick knows the truth about her. The whole truth.

"Damn...ya look pretty damn amazing for being over 100 years old." Mick smiles softly down at her. "I'm pretty damn old myself...not even sure how old to be honest anymore. I used to travel with some people...time travel. Anyway...Snart abandoned me once...I was taken by some assholes called Time Masters found me...they did shit to me...brainwashed me...sent me after the team....anyway I got better...point is I don't care how old you are or aren't just so long as you're here with me."

Diana doesn't correct him, sure that she is far older than that, but time moves differently on Themiscyra, it always had.

Mention of being abandoned, of Time Masters and torture is met with a frown, but she has no intention of pressing him for more information at the moment. Whatever had passed between Mick and his best friend had obviously been dealt with given their close relationship now.

She smiles, threading her fingers with his. "There is no place else I would rather be than with you."

What Mick didn't say was that he's spent countless years being reprogrammed by the Time Masters...so he's several hundred years old too.

Mick kisses the back of her hand when she threads their fingers together. With the dishes completed Mick nods his head towards the small living room.

"Cake and a movie?" He says knowing the answer will of course be yes.

Diana laughs easily, "Provided you teach me how and that it's chocolate cake." She has a weakness for chocolate, or more to the point, the chocolate cakes that Mick makes.

Mick chuckles lightly because she brought the chocolate cake after all. He grabs two paper plates and a couple forks along with the cake itself. "Will ya grab our drinks?" He asks her as he moves to the couch putting his burdens on the ratty table.

Then he takes the time to teach her how to call up movies since she'd asked before cutting the cake and handing her plate before sitting back with his own.

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