DISCLAIMER: I don't own this fanfic, it was originally written by Agent0002 and I am republishing it with permission

"Olive! Oscar! Gino, my only brother, look who it is, the kids who saved the world!" Sabatino Confalone gushed as the pair walked into the Confalone's Italian restaurant at precisely 6:00 on the following Tuesday evening.

"Heh, well, actually it's Ms. O now," Oscar corrected, looking at Olive in her purple uniform proudly.

"And President Oscar," Olive added, nudging him with a smile.

"Ah, my sincerest apologies for my brother's ignorance!" Gino replied, shaking their hands heartily.

"My ignorance? Of course you..." Sabatino snapped back, causing Gino to yell in return, their voices escalating until finally the argument ended with a loud "Gaaah!" Then the brothers looked at each other and laughed.

"For saving the world and our restaurant, dinner is on the house!" Gino exclaimed. "I'll go get some breadsticks."

"Please, come this way, my high-ranking young customers," Sabatino said and led the way to a booth at the back of the restaurant. "May I get you something to drink?"

"I'll have an herbal tea." Olive replied, as she had every time someone asked that question since her promotion.

"Just a water, thanks." Sabatino nodded and left them to their menus. Oscar met Olive's golden-brown eyes and grinned. "That's the third time this week that I've gotten my meal free."

Olive laughed. "This is my fifth."

"Maybe we should save the world more often."

"That would be a great idea if there wasn't so much cleaning up to do afterwards," Olive sighed as Sabatino and Gino placed their drinks and breadsticks on the table. She and Oscar placed their orders, then Olive continued, "Weird Team moved everything around, ruined all of my scientists' projects, and—" she shivered "—installed a coffee maker."

Oscar jumped back in shock. "A coffee maker?" She nodded sadly. "Boy, grownups really do like coffee."

"Did they do anything to your office?

Oscar's eye twitched as he looked off into the distance. "Terrible, terrible things," he whispered. "But it's all okay now," he explained brightly, pulling a gadget from behind his back. "Back-the-way-it-was-inator. Still in the prototype stages, but the only glitch so far is that it covered my office in polka dots. Actually, that is becoming a bit of a problem..."

"Well if you need a beta tester, call me! Otto still hasn't fixed his half of the office. Actually, I'm not sure if he hasn't fixed it or if Weird Team just didn't mess with it..."

"I see Otto hasn't changed."

"Nope," Olive chuckled. "Including the constant Soundcheck."

"I thought you liked Soundcheck now. "

She shrugged. "I go back and forth. This week I am strongly opposed to Soundcheck because Otto has played the Take Away Four/Add Four remix INCESSANTLY since we got back to Earth. Seriously, as soon as he was given his OddPod he started playing it and hasn't stopped since. Not during press conferences, not during awards ceremonies, not during the post-space-travel medical checkups Dr. O gave us, not even during meetings! Here, watch this." Olive removed her badge phone and called Otto, holding it out for Oscar to hear.

"HEY PARTNER!" Otto yelled over the blaring music, "HOW'S THE DATE WITH OSCAR GOING?"

Olive's face turned red as she quickly put the phone up to her ear. "I'll talk to you later," she hissed to Otto, snapped the badge back on her suit, and bit her lip.

"Well," Oscar said, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "Um, I guess this is as good a time as any to talk about, uh, that."

Olive looked down at her tea. "Yeah, I guess so." Neither knew how to continue.

"Um Olive," Oscar finally managed, "y-you were right. I mean, about us needing to move on for a while. I—well, uh, look at where we are now."

Olive let out a breath. "I agree. I-I think we've both grown a lot since...that day." She looked at him and picked up his hand, holding it up in between their faces. "Some of us more literally than others," she added with a smile.

"Heh, yeaaah, incident with the Make-You-Olderinator."

"I guess that's one way to grow up." She set his hand down and gave it a quick squeeze. "I don't think that I'm ready to be in a...relationship again, though. Yet."

Oscar took a deep breath. "Neither am I. Yet. But, um, i-if you'd like, maybe we can keep hanging out? A-as friends of course. More often than we did this spring. And summer. And fall."

"I'd like that." Olive replied with a grin.

He smiled with relief. "How about Tuesdays?"