Ramona does in fact have safeguards in place in case she just vanishes one day. It's standard for normal Earth therapists to have a special professional will that allows another licensed professional to crack into their records and contact all of their clients and arrange for continuity of care if the main therapist is hit by a bus or something. When Ramona started working with aliens and even visiting their dimensions, she realized the chances of getting cut off from Earth had gone up quite a bit, so she took some precautions. She started informing her clients in the first session that if she vanishes one day, it's probably an interdimensional accident rather than intentional client abandonment, and that she's sorry for activating their childhood attachment injuries if that happens, but it's not personal! She also made sure that a trusted alien friend could make some referrals.

Ramona feels a little guilty because in this case, she's not going to another dimension to serve a client and then getting accidentally trapped there by surprise, she's going on a personal adventure knowing full well what the consequences might be.

And then she remembers countless speeches she's given in the therapy room, gently pointing out to clients that they also deserve good things.

Sigh. It's not like thinking about it more is changing the outcome, here. The decision was made as soon as Ramona found out about the opportunity. All she's doing now is rationalizing.

"You know what? Let's do it!"

"What do I need to know?"

Gail beams.

She's excited about this, not just relieved but genuinely excited. It's like the time—it's like the countless times she fell in love with Eve, when they just went and did things and somehow they turned out fine.

And she didn't usually let her family and this kind of things mix, but—it won't, not really, not if this goes well, and either way it's still better than explaining.

"Uh, your name's Evelyn and everything else is kind of a blank slate? I haven't really been talking about you. About her." She considers. "We've been dating for... I told them a couple months. It has been longer, but I guess you can just act based on the couple months version."

"...they are more than chill about the lesbian thing to be clear," she clarifies, realizing the likely conclusion one might draw from the pieces of information she dropped. "I just wasn't ready for introductions."

Because everyone loves the Lenahans, the actual Lenahans, and she wanted Eve to love her instead.

"Does anything terrible happen if I'm affectionate? Like, if I touch your hair or suddenly kiss you or something? Because that's how I'd ordinarily be, but I don't want to startle you or upset you."

Initially this gets a mischievous grin, but it soon gets eclipsed by a blush as Gail considers full implications of the question.

"Yeah, no, that makes sense. Sorry," she manages to reduce her grin by a solid fifteen percent. "It should be fine. I might blush. ...we can probably get away without kissing if you prefer, I don't think I seem like the kind of person who's into PDA, to them." Beat. "But it's also like half the fun of fake girlfriend scenarios, so. Your call."

Gail's blush makes Ramona want to kiss her, just to see her get even more flustered, but she'll wait and let the anticipation build a bit more first.

"I don't think getting away without kissing is really in the spirit of the thing we're trying to do. Do you?"

She settles on a mix of blushing and mischievous as a compromise.

"Might be prudent to get the first kiss out of the way before we're out there. To avoid displays such the one you have just witnessed."

Wow! Ramona is impressed with Gail!

She leans in so their faces are just a few inches apart, touches Gail's jawline with her fingertips, but doesn't actually kiss her yet.

"Hey, don't underestimate me," she says softly, tilting her head as she slips off the bar stool and steps closer, just centimetres away from pressing up against Ramona.

The kiss she presses to Ramona's lips is shy but curious as she parts her lips slightly and leans into it. Now that's a fun thing to have happened even if they don't go through with the rest of it.

Zing.

Ramona pulls back a little as the kiss ends, but keeps her face close, drops one more light kiss on the end of Gail's nose, and smiles.

Somehow, during the kiss, whatever reservations she had about this nutty plan melted away.

Gail appears to have used up whatever reserves of not being flustered about the situation she had; she takes a deep breath and chuckles.

"So, this part's not gonna be a problem I guess?" she points out lightly, although she does sit back on her barstool.

"I guess not!" Ramona laughs too.

"So... now what? Do we just... go? Is there anything else you need to do first?"

"And, double checking -- you don't want to go to great lengths to memorize a bunch of shared answers so that we won't get caught? I mean, we sort of have arbitrary time to prepare, here, if we want to. There's no reason I know that we can't just go and actually date for three months here at Milliways and then show up to your family gathering with a bunch of true stories to tell about our actual relationship. But I'm getting the impression it'd be more fun to treat this as an improv exercise?"

"It would be the responsible thing to do, wouldn't it." Sigh. "As responsible as this scenario can get, anyway. Um, I can work with either, improv seems fun and honestly less stressful in some ways? So if you prefer that one, I would love to use that as an excuse to do it." She chuckles to herself like she can't believe this is what she's doing with her life. "Maybe I can just give you a crash course on my familysona."

It takes Ramona a moment to guess what a 'familysona' is but then it clicks into place: Gail code-switches at home. Well, so do most people.

"Yeah! Tell me about that. Who's Gail in the family context?"

Not that Ramona has much sense of who Gail is anyway but maybe hearing her describe the contrast will actually tell her about the baseline Gail, too. 

...hm, yeah, she must have picked that one up from Robin.

"It's not that different? More like—a subset of regular ol' me? Or me desaturated, maybe?" She hopes, because the person she's in the family context is kind of hopelessly boring. But, well, someone has to.  "I'm a programmer. I'm... the kind of person who starts describing themselves with their job and then gets stuck." Dark chuckle. "A bit of a loner? I'm not actually, but they connect with people really—intensely, and I don't, so by contrast that's my reputation. And I try to keep the social circles separate from them anyway, so that works out. ...sorry, this is not that relevant. Hm..."

"Okay, so they think of you as kind of introverted and maybe awkward and they haven't really met most of your friends or partners or whatever?"

"So this is great, they have no idea what your type is! Will this even be a challenge?"

Ramona is deliberately tempting fate because she's afraid her adventure will be too easy if she doesn't.

"Yeah, and they're not even judgemental or anything, at least not intentionally. ...well, they could be about some political stuff I guess. Like, compassionately judgemental in a way that comes off kinda condescending?" Shrug. "Anyway. Shall we go before you find out too much?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Sure!" 

Ramona tosses back the end of her drink and stands up. She stretches a little bit to get the kinks out after sitting, and realizes her heart is beating a little bit fast. She takes a breath.

"Let's go!"