Normal

Milly Ashford raised an eyebrow at her fiancee. "I expected a normal date."

The mad genius and head of the Camelot Research Team, Lord Lloyd Asplund, chuckled. He led her inside the hangar with a welcoming sweep of his arm. His assistant rolled her eyes. "This is quite normal, my dear."

Cecile Croomy whispered, "In case you're wondering, you're going to be wrestling with him using old Knightmare frames. He wants data. It's quite safe so don't worry much."

Milly suppressed a laugh. "Wait until my mother hears this," she murmured to herself.

The Pudding Lord clapped quickly. "Chop, chop Milly! Your heritage awaits!"

She wanted to tell him that his only chance for progency wasn't. Then she laughed. That was why she chose him from scores of eligible young men. At least she wasn't bored.

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A/N: For savantnicholas.