"Oh, yeah," well mostly she's very secret-identity, but. "Um, math? I like math, and music, too." Stop sounding like a moron! "Physics, as well, it's fun."

"Ooh, a quantitative type. What sort of music do you do?"

(Meanwhile, Transit discovers that the casserole is a little cold in the middle and goes to brush aside a dishtowel that is hiding the microwave. Bella shuts her eyes.)

"Choir—" he starts, but then notices Bella. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, I just can't look at the microwave because Mom needs to have guests over and cannot have a Tinkertech microwave."

"You can't look at it? That's adorab—er."

"It has a potato setting and can't identify a potato!"

Sadde starts giggling helplessly.

Lorica is carried along enough to giggle slightly.

"There, there. We can identify potatoes for it," Lorica's mom says.

Sadde looks at Bella like—like he thinks she's adorable and amazing and fantastic and lovely and all that jazz. "Anyway, yeah, choir. I like singing a lot, actually, and if Bella ever finds the time in her busy schedule I should probably get her to watch a musical or two with me." His nervousness seems to be somewhat gone, now, at least while he's looking at her.

"Are you going to sing along the whole time?"

"...well if you don't want me to I'm not."

"It might make it harder to hear the original performance."

Well, Bella's mom seems to think they're precious, and then she says: "You two are just adorable. Dear, are they like this all the time?"

"Not usually in the room with 'em," Transit says. "They do work together a lot, though. Haven't told the rest of the team they're an item."

Sadde doesn't blush, but that's mostly due to an inability to feel actually bashful. Nervous, yes, embarrassed or the like, not in a million years. "She wanted to make sure we were still an item after a month was up."

"Reasonable."

"If you say so."

Conversation! Yes, conversation, he's good at that, he can actually do that. "It is reasonable, though I'm pretty sure we'll far outlast that month, and had it been up to me that month would've been up a while ago."

"Hmm? Oh, were you chasing her?"

"I wouldn't put it quite like that. Mostly I expressed interest in a relationship and then worked toward getting her to like me enough to want to give it a shot."

"I see," says Bella's mom, raising an eyebrow.

Bella puts hot dog in her face, blushing a little.