"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Dayo."

"I'm Fenris Dalkaila."

"Felix Dalkaila! You might notice we are related."

"Likewise," the uncle says to Dayo, looking furtively out of the window. "Could you reschedule, Arthur? I will have some friends over it was... sudden."

"Ah... I guess we could go somewhere else?" He asks the other three.

"Sounds good to me," he shrugs.

"Fine by me."

"Good," Bernard says distractedly looking out of the window again, visibly relaxing. "It was nice meeting you, but I have to fix things up for company." Bernard gives them a polite smile before leaving to the kitchen.

"Sorry about that," he says.

He shrugs again. "It's fine, emergencies happen."

Kiss and he grabs his things and walks out. He blinks at an old lady walking her dog in front of the house.

"Does she often cause trouble or something? I noticed that your uncle was looking at her with apprehension."

"Ah..."

He thinks for a long moment.

"My uncle has a phobia of white-haired people."

"—white-haired people?"

Flinch. "White-haired people." They walk past the old lady. "It's... uh, weird."

"Okay, well, it sounds personal."

"Yeah. It's just an odd—well, it doesn't matter."

A very sketchy-looking van parks at the Jameson's driveway. The occupants give the twins suspicious looks and walk in.

"...interesting van," he comments to Arthur.

"Is your uncle part of a gang with magephobic tendencies or something? They all looked like Felix and I were going to bite them."

"...harsh."

"Very. At least could've said something else besides gang."

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Aaanyway let's go somewhere else."

Elsewhere they go, he tentatively puts an arm around Dayo.

D'awwwww!

The meeting between friends that is not a date at all no sir continues and eventually comes to an end, as all good things do.