Roddy and Rita walked along the docks of Ratstropolis, talking as they went,
"Trust me, Roddy," said Rita in a matter of fact tone of voice, "there is no such thing as a private place anywhere but through this, and since Liam hijacked the Jammy Dodger Mark Two and just about totaled it, we're only going to get a private place to talk by taking a boat and rowing away from prying eyes and ears."
"Ah yes," said Roddy, "and what if Le Frog and his band of Ninjas decide to come back for round two, then what?"
"That's rubbish;" said Rita, "Le Frog and his band of henchmen have left for France." Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Roddy nodded. They found a boat that they liked, jumped in, and began to paddle along. Initially, Rita was paddling, but grew tired, and therefore, Roddy had to learn how to paddle. When Rita learned Roddy had never rowed a boat before, she teased him, and taught him how. When they found a spot, they began their chat.
"You know why I like you, Roddy?" asked Rita,
"Why?" asked Roddy, feeling like he should know the answer,
"Because you're a darn good listener. Remember that day where I was so angry at Liam for wrecking me boat?" Roddy nodded, "well, I was afraid to run into him, because I might have made him go through what Dad went through, by breaking all the bones in his body. When you found me, you sat me down, and as I told you how mad I was and why, you just listened to me. And then, when I was done venting, I lost all my anger. You listen to me when I need to vent. And you also know how to make me laugh when I'm down in the dumps."
"Well," said Roddy, "It's nothing, just what a Boyfriend does. Now, do you know why I like you?" Rita shook her head, "well, you protect me when someone tries to rough me up,"
"You WILL learn to fight," said Rita, "because I may not always be able to save you."
"Sure," said Roddy, "and on the side of that, you are there when I need a friend, someone to talk to, someone to get sympathy from. I don't think anyone else could do that." Roddy and Rita had been dating for the better part of a year now. Rita's father had nearly reached a full recovery, with the exception of his legs not fully able to walk yet. And Rita's Granny had still not gotten it through her thick skull that Roddy was not Tom Jones. She would still go bananas whenever he was near. The Malone parents were contemplating taking her to a nursing home.
But one thing they had never done yet was kissed. Roddy was afraid if he tried, he would get an awful slap to the face. Rita wondered why, and voiced this,
"Roddy," she said, "and he looked, "why haven't you kissed me yet?"
"Um," Roddy didn't know how to answer that.
"Is it because you think I don't want that?" she asked. He nodded,
"I've been waiting for it for a while now." Roddy decided to try. He puckered his lips. AS they were just about connected, the pair felt a violent jerk. And then another. And then another. The last jerk was so powerful that it caused the boat to capsize, throwing both Roddy and Rita into the water.
"Tom Jones?" asked Granny's voice, "I swear I just saw him, I did." She looked for a while, Gave up, and left.
Meanwhile, Roddy and Rita were under the boat. There was air for them. And they would soon flip the boat back over, in hopes that the attack had left the boat seaworthy. But for now, their lips were locked, their tongues batting around in each other's mouths. They had finally had their first kiss, and more would follow.
Thanks to Flushed Away Princess for telling me the real City name,