The Proposal

Cheeky snail

"With a margin of one minute. Well, wow. Not too late."

"Don't be a jerk, Gulf. I was really in a hurry."

When Mew figured out the coordinates, he was somehow surprised by the place that Gulf chose for... a date?

"About the dress code, of course, you missed the information?"

Mew looks down at his business suit:

"Well, you know, there was an hour for everything, when would I have had time to change?"

"That's what I thought. Okay Let's assume we're even."

Mew grins:

"So. Evening. Lake. And... a boat?"

"Yes," Gulf, dressed in a light polo with green stripes and light jeans, calmly lifts up his chin, "and what exactly does not suit you in this?"

"Well, no, no, everything is fine… Uh… So you decided to sail across the lake?"

"No," Gulf begins to descend to the shore, "actually, to take you for a sail."

"Wow," Mew just doesn't whistle, "will you even row yourself?"

"And what? Don't you think I can handle it?"

Mew squeezes his lips, stretching them into a smile:

"Why?.. As a last resort, I have someone to leave Chopper on."

"Oh, yeah. I completely forgot that this dog is in the first place in your priorities. How did you manage not to bring him here?"

"I wanted to. But knowing my boss's love for filling me up with work, I thought that my baby would miss me too much."

"Of course. Who would doubt it. Okay, let's go."

There is even a blanket in the boat for Mew to cover his knees.

"It might be chilly by nightfall," Gulf explains knowingly.

"All right. We're an hour-less, probably?"

Gulf leads with a glance:

"Actually, that's not all."

"Yes? And what is the second part of the program?"

"Be patient. And don't stop me from rowing."

"Okay, boss," Mew folds his palms and reverently bows his head.

Gulf grins:

"Sometimes I just want to punch you in the head."

"So what's the matter? I'm no stranger to your antics."

"Hands are busy."

The way Gulf begins to work hard with the oars says one thing: a little more and one of them will definitely fly into Mew's head.

The latter is not offended: over the years, he has easily learned to distinguish the real anger of his boss from the fake one. But to their common misfortune, something is bubbling too loudly on the right - perhaps just a fish. This sound is enough to make Gulf, startled, lose control and clumsily plopped overboard, overturning the boat, mechanically clinging to the edge with all his strength.

Both, swearing out, begin to flounder in the water. It's good that it's not far from the opposite shore. After getting out of the water and pulling out the boat, wet and trembling, they stare at each other stupidly for a minute. To somehow defuse the situation, Mew tries to insert a word:

"Uh, so what's up with the second part of the 'surprise'?"

Snorting strands of hair from his lips, Gulf angrily replies: