Mr. Reddy

[[Reddy's being bullied for being Italian. poor man]]

And yes, I know they love me. I'm the only one who knows how to work the numbers in this company.

does that make this clearer, love?

{Ah, shit.}

Bidwell didn't let me pay.

And yes, I know they love me. I'm the only one who knows how to work the numbers in this company.

oh my goodness. reddy, you are an absolute sweetheart, you remembered my favourite flower! you *must* allow me to take you out tonight to pay you back.

I would think you and Saxton would have plans for tonight instead?

But, I've a feeling you won't stop bothering me until you pay me back about the flowers, which I again assure you, is not needed.

I've not been feeling...man enough as of late, I suppose. is that the phrase? I do appreciate the flowers, I think they're lovely, but I would like to take initiative to do something nice for you, if not a bit grandiose and old-fashioned, like dinner and a show. we do have dinner sometimes, but we've never really made a night of it, and I'd like to do that with you. just...a nice, normal night out, where I pay for things and you just point out whatever looks nice.

I will go to dinner with you tonight. I was planning on eating alone, but I only ask you wait until after I feed my cat? I promised her a special dinner, as well.

You are more than enough of anything — a man, a CEO, a friend. I do appreciate the offer for tonight, as well, but please, if you ever find yourself doubting your abilities again, speak with me? I do not want you to go through any of that alone.

...figured going through it alone was more manly than speaking up about it. if you'd believe it. oh, what a fool I am sometimes.

But, let us not dwell on it, no? Where are you planning on taking me for dinner tonight? I'd quite like to dress up if it's someplace nicer.

oh, mm, Il Bacaro. Italian is the usual for meals on valentine's day, isn't it?

So long as it's not that {God-forsaken} Olive Garden, I'm happy.