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“Eight thousand dollars,” Christopher squawks, eyes nearly bugging out of his head as he whips his neck to look at Buck. “Someone paid eight thousand dollars to take you out on a date?!”
“I was a catch,” Buck defends himself. “I did a backflip!”
“Eight thousand dollars!” Christopher yells, banging on the table. “To go on a date! With you!”
“I’ll have you know, we went to a very expensive restaurant. And we talked. A lot. She was very interested in what firefighters do!”
“I mean, Dad takes you to restaurants, and he doesn’t go flashing eight thousand dollars,” Christopher rambles. “We’d go bankrupt in a week!”
Eddie freezes.
“Oh,” Buck says, reddening. “Not—Not like that, Chris. That, um—That was a date,” he stutters.
“Semantics,” Christopher waves him off, eyes wild. “It can’t have been that different, can it? You eat, you talk, you flirt, blah blah blah. How’s paying ten grand justify that?”
—or, a 9x11 (crack) coda.