She pulled at the Auton’s arm, and with a bit of help from her sonic, managed to get it off and stopped it moving, its fingers twitching one last time before going silent. The Doctor looked at the arm with a satisfied expression, tossing it back towards the skunk.
"It’s all right, I’ve stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless.”
Fifi gasped for air and clutched a hand over her heart as she tried to regain her breath. She looked at the woman incredulously and just in down right irritation when the arm was tossed her way.
"Do you zhink?" she asked sarcastically, before whacking the woman with the arm in frustration.
Ah, she snuck in so quick with that one he didn’t have time to react. So, Yakko sat up and fixed his position so he was sitting with his legs crossed over one another, and gestured for Fifi to take a turn at the lap sitting. She wasn’t gonna be sneaky again. He was gonna keep his guard up.
"Oh…? What can ya teach me, Feef? Can you show me brilliant things?" he wanted to lean on his hand and bat his eyelashes, but he’d hold back for now.
At his sudden change of position, Fifi blinked before smiling coyly. Instead of laying her head down in his lap like he had done, she went for a more Fifi approach and moved over to sit on his lap facing away from him. Her tail curling behind him comfortably as she spoke to him “Oh, zhere are many brilliant and interesting zhings about dating a french girl, mon cher. And so much you can learn~.”
Yakko purred quietly, a tiny little rumbling sound, ears were a weak spot, for him and the siblings. Still, his ever lasting smirk remained, and he eyed Fifi with a twinkle in his eye.
"Of course, duuuuuh. Silly me. I have to remember my culture. Dating a foreign girl has so much homework, and y’know how I never do that stuff." Reaching a hand up, he bopped her nose with one finger.
The ears were a weak spot for the Warners, and their significant others in a way. Fifi just couldn’t resist petting and playing with them, and she was pretty sure Skippy, Charlie, and miss Minerva felt the same way. How can you not when adorable purring is the result?
She bit her lip with a coy smile “Well if tu ever need a tutor, Fifi would be more zhan ‘appy to ‘elp you out~.” she offered and winked down at him. She giggled again at the little nose boop she received and retaliated by leaning down a placing a brief kiss to the tip of Yakko’s nose then sitting back up before he could do anything about it.
He already had a pita chip between his fingers and she finished speaking, eager to try any of the foods the skunk had carefully and lovingly prepared. The Warner couldn’t stop himself from digging in just a bit— not in the style of his brother, but not in a very classy way. A bit out of place for him.
"It’s spectacular, Feef. How do you do it?" By this point he was no longer playing the hard to get game, just had his head straight up in the girl’s lap.
The smile on her face went from prideful at Yakko’s obvious appreciation of her food, to amused as he mad himself comfortable (with her lap as his pillow), to down right blissfully sweet at his compliment. She giggled and began running her fingers through his ears and petting them gently.
She shrugged softly “Eet’s a gift. I am French, one zhing we pride ourselves on eez our cuisine, oui?” she raised a brow at him and gave another saucy smile, though this time it was more out of habit than on purpose.
"Ah, yes, smarty-pants is me! That’s the perfect way to describe me, my pretty skunky." The Warner grinned widely as he leaned closer to the girl, leaning on one hand. "You just know me so well~" He was teasing her, tempting her… and then he leaned back quickly, in a flash, looking around at the food. "So, what’s all this you made, then?" Playing hard to get.
"Heeheehee! Well, as your girlfriend eez eet not my job to know mon beau too too well~?" she cooed. Then she blinked owlishly when the proximity to her boyfriend changed out of her favor, Fifi pouted cutely at him to show her displeasure. But she smiled flirtatiously just as quickly. Playing hard to get was, after all, the couple’s favorite game. Fifi smoothed out her fur and scooted only slightly farther from Yakko as she began pointing out all the different goodies she’d made for them tonight. "Weeeeell~, zhere’s ze sandwiches: Croque-monsieur wis zhe goat cheese substitute for mon poor beau’s allergies. Zhen zhere’s zhe assorted sweet fruits and berries. Some dreamy macarons, and somezhing I s’hought tu would like… A lovely tapenade wis pita chips. Since Fifi knows tu like zhe olives so much~." she batted her eyelashes at him, she’d steadily gotten closer with every dish she named off as the last few foods were closer to Yakko.
He let her pull him by his arm over to the tree, then placed the basket down and brought out the blanket with a grand flourish of his arm. Yakko continued to rummage through the basket, the thing was practically bottomless, he could stick his entire torso into the thing. Soon he had the food out, and took a seat, watching the fireflies. “It is nice, yea. Good choice. Those lightning bugs are very atmospheric.”
Fifi settled down gracefully next to Yakko, her tail curling behind her comfortably. At his choice of words in his reply she cooed and leaned closer to him “Ooo~, ‘atmospheric’ ah? Oh, I love eet vhen tu talk all smarty pants~. Eet eez… très attrayant!” she giggled.
Picnic basket slung over one arm, other held out for Fifi, the stars were out and summer was starting, fireflies whirring around the warm night air. Yakko strode happily along the path, a spring in his step.
"You see a good spot, Feef?"
Fingers intertwined comfortably, Fifi had the happiest little smile on her face and she hummed a cheery tune as she and her beau walked through the park in the moonlight. It was every bit as cheesy and romantic as Fifi liked it. She looked around for a moment before she spotted a weeping willow on a sloping hill, practically covered with fireflies like they were Christmas lights. She gasped and tugged excitedly on Yakko’s arm and point towards the spot “Oo! Oo! Zhere! Zhere’s a parfait spot mon dear!”