[McDragon's Memo: This was written by Lise for me on the spot in IRC one night, because I was bugging her for happy fic. :)]

"Remy, we're going out in less than ten minutes. To meet with your family. And you're going to wear that?"

Remy looked up, and felt a little bit of a blush start. This was an uncommon enough occurance, and he didn't like it one bit. 'What's wrong wit' th'shirt, cher?"

Bobby grinned, and openned another drawer, pulling out two pairs of jeans, a bright yellow jacket, and some socks. "Nothing. It's just I think your dad would like you to wear the one he got for you last time.... you know? Parents dig that stuff."

Remy smiled at Bobby. "Okay, then, hotshot. Where is it?"

"I dunno. I've been looking for it."

Remy couldn't help but let a little of the smugness into his voice. "Okay, then how'm I supposed t'wear it?"

Bobby stuck his tongue out at Remy. "That's it, mister. Strip."