This was my entry in the Guess the Author Contest #6, originally posted with the other six entries by KPWG. The contest theme, as chosen by Katsumara, was "Ron's Big Date." Be sure to keep an eye out for future contests posted at the Kim Possible Discussion Forum.

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Disney owns them, not me. I'm not making any money off of them- just enjoying their company.

Ron surveyed himself critically in the bedroom mirror. His dad's old powder blue tux fit a little more snugly than it had ten years ago, and truth be told, he felt a little silly in it nowadays. But he knew she loved it, and so he wore it. He lived to see her smile.

He licked his fingers and tried to smooth down the cowlick on the back of his head. The hair laid flat for about two seconds before springing stubbornly back up. Ron glared at his reflection for a moment before shrugging. Oh well. He knew she liked him just the way he was. And hey, at least he still had hair back there, right?

Now—just one last thing to make the look complete and then he could leave for the date that he'd been looking forward to all day. The problem was what that one last thing was: his tie. Ron fumbled hopelessly with the thin strip of blue fabric for a few minutes before a familiar voice squeaked at him from the top of the dresser. "C'mere."

He bent down gratefully to allow Rufus access. The naked mole rat's tiny paws were not quite as dexterous as they had been in his younger days, but he still managed to make fairly quick work of the troublesome tie.

Ron straightened back up and stared at his reflection again with satisfaction. "Perfect," he said, patting Rufus on the head. "Thanks, buddy."

"Hng, no problem," the mole rat replied with a wave of his paw before shuffling back over to his bed, curling up into a ball, and falling right back to sleep.

Ron smiled fondly at his old friend before checking his watch. "Oh, I'm going to be late!" After one more quick glance at the mirror just to be safe, he rushed from his room and walked across the hall to the very exclusive restaurant she had chosen for their date that evening.

He spotted the petite redhead the moment he walked through the door. Seated at the best table in the house, of course. She looked up and greeted him with a dazzling smile. But as he approached the table, she spoke with mock sternness. "You're late."

"Sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Tie trouble."

She giggled as he lowered himself carefully into the tiny chair across from her. His heart melted.

"Tea, Daddy?"

"Yes, please."

The End