"This is ridiculous!" Molly cried, scouring her green eyes over the menu. "It seems like no restaurant or cafe nowadays is decent enough to sell ketchup sandwiches. Honestly!"
Rocky smirked. "It's probably because they're decent."
Molly scowled, plopping the menu down onto the table with a defeated huff. "Well, I think that the world would be a much better place if everyone could appreciate the beauty of a tomato ketchup sandwich. It's just one of those things that everyone looks over in life," she sighed wistfully.
"Just one of those things," he agreed.
"I mean, a lot of people think that it would be disgusting-"
"-but no-one's ever actually tried it before!"
"And I think that if they did, tomato ketchup sandwiches would quickly become a delicacy."
"Do you actually agree with anything I've just said?"
"Well... I think that getting the whole world to like tomato ketchup sandwiches is a little far-fetched. They're not exactly hard to make. But, I guess you could hypnotise people to like it."
Molly crossed her arms. "I guess. But then it would be different, because they wouldn't actually be enjoying it. They'd just think they are."
Rocky shrugged half-heartedly. "Maybe."
"If only they could see the real beauty and simplicity of a tomato ketchup sandwich."
"Simple, but delicious!"
"Whatever you say, Molly."
Molly leaned back in her chair, pushing the menu away from her and tucking a stray lock of matted, brown hair behind her ear. "Besides, I've moved on from hypnotising. I guess it's pretty cool that I can hypnotise, stop time, time travel, mind-read and morph, but that sort of makes me an all-powerful being, don't you think? But I don't want to be like that. I'd rather have to work for things and get enjoyment from achieving something, rather than just hypnotising someone to do it for me. If I'm going to use my talents, I don't want to use them for my own purposes.
So unless any new dangers that need hypnotism to sort out pop up, I'm not gonna use my talents anymore. I guess I just want to feel... normal."
Rocky's mahogany-coloured eyes widened in surprise as he leaned forwards and rested his chin on his hands, looking up at Molly with interest. She smiled, and relaxed a bit more. Rocky hadn't thought that she would feel like that, and was interested that she did.
"Did Micky put you up to that?" he asked the question that was burning quietly at the back of his mind. Molly tensed, sensing the discomfort in Rocky's voice. She averted her gaze and shuffled away a bit.
"Maybe," she admitted, her voice dropping to a murmur. "He might have dropped a few hints here and there that sprung up the idea."
Rocky sat up. "I see," he pursed his lips.
"But, maybe it's good, you know? Don't you think it's a good idea to not use my abilities selfishly?" she tried hopefully, doing her best to change the subject. Rocky seemed to relax a little. Afterall, he wanted to change the topic probably as much as she did.
"Yes, on some level. I don't think that you should not use it at all though, as to have a talent like that, it would be a shame to waste it. Besides, you had to go through the effort of learning them, so it's a bit pointless if you don't use them, and you've saved hundreds of lives, and a couple of times the entire world, so I guess you deserve being able to use your talents for yourself, even if it's not often."
Molly ran her finger in circles on the table thoughtfully, throwing the thought around a little. "Yes, you have a point," she decided after a while. "But, I'm not going to use them often. Hardly ever."
"Fair enough," he said. Molly nodded, and was halfway through saying, 'Yeah,' when a waitress came over and interrupted her. Molly shut her mouth like a fish as Rocky smiled in amusement at her before turning to the waitress as she spoke. "Could I get you anything for lunch today?" she asked, notebook at the ready.
Rocky and Molly glanced at eachother, and made a silent agreement. "Yeah, uh, could I have the burger, with chips and ketchup. And-" he looked at Molly, who nodded, smiling, "-and a ham sandwich as well, please."
The waitress scrawled something down on her notebook, before looking back up and saying, "Anything for drinks?"
Rocky opened his mouth before Molly butted in with, "Um, a concentrated orange squash for me please, no water, and for him-" she looked at Rocky, who said,
"Oh, just a water for me, thanks."
The waitress inclined her head uncertainly. She held the expression of someone who thought someone was weird and did their best not to show it. She smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we serve orange squash, um, without any water, so would just an orange juice be okay?"
Molly narrowed her eyes. "I guess, yeah."
The waitress just nodded, before hurrying off, muttering to herself.
"Maybe next time you're ordering lunch you should try to order a more normal drink. I doubt many places sell orange squash with no water."
Molly just pouted. "It's unfair! They should do."
"You were soo going to hypnotise her to get you it."
"I was not!" she protested.
Rocky raised an eyebrow. Molly fixed her gaze on him, her eyes unwavering. Eventually, she gave in. "Okay, maybe I was a little tempted," she looked away.
Rocky raised his eyebrow further. "Fine! I was very tempted. I'm going to have to think a little about this whole, 'only using my abilities for a good cause' business."
"Yes, I think you may."
Molly nodded, twirling her hair round her finger. "I've thought about it. I'm still not gonna use them for myself."
Rocky groaned, banging his face against the table. "What's it take to make you see that you have cool powers and that you should use them?"
"I don't know! You were the one who thought I should take a break from talking non-stop about hypnotism to Micky!"
"Yeah, but I didn't mean that you should not use them."
"What did you mean then?"
"I don't know!"
"I-" Rocky started, but decided against it. "Whatever. Let's change topics."
"Yeah, that would probably be best."
"How's Micky?" Rocky asked, trying to spark a conversation.
"He's okay. A bit upset that I'm spending time with you and not him though."
Rocky was half-tempted to roll his eyes and say, well, he would be, wouldn't he?
But instead he nodded, grinned and said, "Nah, well. You can spend time with him tomorrow."
Molly shrugged. "Saying as tomorrow is the last day of the holidays, we decided it would be nice to go to the cinema. I hear that Woman in Black film is very good, so maybe you'd like to come with us? I'm sure Micky won't mind."
"Sure," he grinned.
"But we're paying. NO hypnotism."
"I wasn't gonna say anything."
"'Course you weren't."
This continued for a bit, mild conversation and banter passing between them, until eventually the waitress came back. "Ham sandwich?" she asked, placing it in front of Molly when she raised her hand gingerly. "And the burger for you," she placed the meal down in front of him. "Someone will be here with your drinks shortly," she nodded, glancing between them, before hurrying off. When she was out of sight, Molly asked, "Ready?"
-and Rocky replied, "Yup."
Molly pulled the ham out of her sandwich with disgust and placed it at the side of Rocky's plate. Rocky took the tub of ketchup from his plate and placed it on Molly's. She took her knife and scraped a large amount out from the tub, before opening the sandwich and sperading the ketchup over the soft bread. She closed it with a satisfied huff, lifting the sandwich and taking a big bite, chewing it slowly and savouring the taste.
"That- is a good tomato ketchup sandwich."
Rocky nodded, taking a small bite from his ketchup-less burger.
"How's your burger?" Molly asked, taking a sip from her orange juice.
Rocky shrugged. "It's okay," he said. "I was actually going to have the soup of the day, but saying as though soup doesn't usually come with ketchup, I decided on the burger."
Molly choked on the orange juice she was drinking and put down the sandwich, looking at Rocky. "You didn't have to do that for me!" she cried, mortified.
"Yes, I did."
"No you didn't! I thought you were going to have the burger anyway!"
"Well it's okay, and I quite like burgers and I'm having it now and you have your ketchup sandwich so everyobody's happy and there's no point arguing about it, right?"
Molly huffed and folded her arms, glancing away. "Fine," she said indignantly. And then added in a quiet murmur, "Thanks Rocky."
Rocky sighed, leaning back in his chair and picking up the knife and fork. "That's okay."
Then they ate. At first an awkward silence hung over them, but quickly a conversation started up. Well, it was more teasing and banter than a serious conversation, but they were talking nevertheless and quickly the awkwardness was washed away. They ate their food and chatted, about anything really, before paying for their food and exiting. On their way down the cobblestone streets of Briersville, while the conversation died down to a comfortable silence, Molly decided he was always going to be too shy and if she didn't do something now, nothing would happen ever.
So she wordlessly slid her hand into his, interlacing their fingers. Rocky glanced at her, surprised, then back down at their hands. Then he smiled and squeezed her hand, looking up and ahead. Molly smiled too, as they set off on their way back home.