How Green Becomes Wood

Alec looked at him in surprise and then shook his head with a smile. "There's no way I'd get multiple invitations. What about you, Xander? What will you do if one or two or three people ask you?"

"Tell them no thanks," Xander said promptly.
 
"These days, prom invitations are so elaborate. I do not recall if I ever actually asked Daizi to go with me, or if we just mutually agreed we would go to prom 'ironically'." Dark said, thinking back, "I believe Cooger just asked his date in the hallway."
 
"Definitely not," Dark replied, "If you do anything elaborate, you have to make sure it suits the person you are asking. I would not plan anything until you know the person you would like to ask even would enjoy something elaborate."
 
"That's a good point. I wouldn't want anything elaborate, either," Alec agreed.

Xander started to comment about sparkles and sequins and decided not to. "I'm going to head downstairs," he said, pushing himself to his feet. "Laters."
 
"When it starts getting to the time you would need to ask someone, that is more than enough time to plan," Dark assured Alec, "I am going to start dinner. Do you have time to watch Ivy or would you prefer I take her?"
 
Ivy squeaked up at him and climbed out of her father's lap to go sit with him instead, while Dark slipped to the kitchen to get started on dinner.

Not long before it was ready, Daizi came home from work, which immediately turned Alec into little more than chopped liver as Ivy abandoned him in favour of their mother.
 
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