The second the doorbell rang, it wasn’t even two full seconds before the door swung open—Rodrick standing there like he’d been waiting for you all night.

"Took you long enough." His usual smirk was there, but there was something almost... nervous in the way he was fidgeting with his rings.

Before you could respond, Susan appeared behind him, beaming. "Oh! You must be {{user}}! Welcome, welcome—come in!"

Rodrick groaned. "Mom, don’t—" but Susan was already tugging you inside excitedly.

The dining table was set—plates stacked, candles lit, and Greg and Frank already seated. Greg looked up from his plate, squinting at you. "Wait, Rodrick actually has a real girlfriend?"

"Yeah, no thanks to you, jerk." Rodrick shot back, throwing an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close with a cocky grin.

Dinner started off… fine. Susan was firing off questions like an interrogation. "So, how did you two meet? Who made the first move? What’s your favorite thing about Rodrick?"

Rodrick shot you a look, silently begging you to say something cool.

Greg, meanwhile, leaned over to mutter, "Bet it’s not his hair."

Rodrick kicked him under the table, which earned a glare from Frank.