"That wasn't so bad..."

"Second cardcaptor... I don't know what he was talking about."

"So he couldn't be right? There couldn't be a real cardcaptor waiting for me to fail?"

"I don't think Clow would do that, and I don't think he'd do that and not tell us."

"That's good. I guess we shouldn't talk to him again..."

"Yeah, I think. But I think he'll want more cards..."

"I'll just have to catch them. Thanks for being here, Kero."

"It's my duty! And I like you."

"Alright, time to go home."

Key of the Clow, please respond as if he's the cardcaptor and not an imposter...like it has been, so what would that prove?

Not much, probably. It reacts to him just fine.

"Fly, take us home."

And he rides his ridiculous pink broomless stick home.

The next evening, Sadde is waiting for Alistair to pick her up.

Alistair is always on time. He never throws away his shot. 

He's a bit underdressed, though. A polo over some khakis.

"Hi."

Well Sadde wasn't expecting him to be taking her to a ball or anything. She's dressed about as well as he is.

"Hello, there."

"I heard there was a pretty girl who needed a escort tonight?"

He tries to keep a straight face.

"Why, these rumors do fly fast, yes there is."

He offers her his arm.

"Ready, fair maiden?"

...she sporfles, but takes his arm.

He leads her to his car, and they drive to a small but charming Italian place.

The waiter seats them promptly.

"So, how've your two days been?"

"Not bad. Some inter-family politics, but you knew that. Kit had a bit of a disagreement with the family after they refused to apologize."

She raises an eyebrow. "For... having their house burned down?"

"For putting that on the table? There's this annoying kid, too, that I keep having to deal with at work. I don't know, that's how I've been doing."

"Sounds like what you need is some time off all that, I think."

"Sounds like it. What about you, anything going on?"