"How old is he? Does he have a child? Does he have multiple children? Is he balding? Is he a gold digger?"

Honor was assaulting her mother with countless questions about the guy she was going on a date with.

That's right, Margaret Martin formerly known as Margaret Newman was going on a date tonight.

"Calm down your honor, I think I know how to choose a man."  Margaret replies, sitting in front of her vanity.

"Well the last man you chose ended up being your ex husband."

Not fazed by Honor's dry comment, Margaret continues getting ready.

Honor was her mother's daughter after all.

"Is he cute?"

"Defiently not Uriah Jones cute but then again I'm thirty eight years old."

"And girl you're working it!" Honor whoops and her mother laughs.

"Be good tonight will you? There's only so much Mrs.Greene can take."

"That old lady can shove it. I swear I didn't make that wrinkly cat run away! I mean she bathed the poor thing twice a day. It's not my fault I let the gate accidentally open that Tuesday night."

"You put cat food on every single stair!"

Honor's eyes widen and she looks around. "Shush! I swear Hilda only turns up the TV to annoy us, she has hearing aids but the woman has ears of gold."

"Honor I mean it. Leave the woman in peace." Her mother warns.

"She'll be resting in it soon enough." Honor mumbles.

After literally pushing her mother out the door and reassuring everything will be okay, Honor settles in the couch with thin clothing but a comfy blanket.

Show after show, she got more tired with every one.

Then her phone buzzed.

Uriah
Brenda is watching Riverdale. Do you have something to do with this!?

Brenda is capable of scooping out good shows on her own thank you very much. Do you have no faith?

Uriah
I lost faith the day you dyed the tips of my hair white.

Ahhh, those were the good times.

Uriah
If I have to suffer through another sex scene from this show while my mom is in the same room with me I swear to God!

Don't be so dramatic. Jeez. Now ask Brenda who she ships.

Uriah
I am not asking my mother that. She said something about shipping Jughead. That's all you get.

It's Bughead you idiot. Fine don't tell me. I'll find out myself. Brenda and I are so having a sleepover.

Uriah
Oh no you don't. Home and sleep are my safe places, you're not invading that for me either.

Calm down, if I ever come to your house to sleep over that is purely for Brenda and Brenda only. I should really get her into texting. I mean with the time we're spending together...

Uriah
We have been spending an awful lot of time together haven't we?

I meant Brenda and I...

Uriah
Oh

Nah, I'm just messing with you. You looked cute today.

Uriah
You didn't even see me today

Didn't have to.

Damn it this girl renders him speechless and makes him blush constantly.

How does one reply to Her?

He bites his lip and throws his phone to the side. As he's leaning his head against the arm of the couch, his mother nudges him.

"Who are you texting?"

"Oh, no one."

"Uriah." Brenda drawls.

"Honor." He confesses.

A smile stretches across Brenda's features. She had always liked that girl.

"What do you think of her?"

Uriah stands up. "We are not having this conversation."

"I want to know if you like her!"

"That doesn't matter!" He shouts back going up the stairs.

"Oh yes it does! I'm not against the idea of her being my daughter in law!"

"Mom!"