Florence's smiled grew at Mike's stutter, and she tugged at the edge of his arm as he led him out through the door. The cold air nipped at Flo's cheeks, turning them first a blush pink, then a deep scarlet. She blew into her hands as the pair of them walked towards the restaurants and she looked at him from the corner of her eye. He seemed a bit..fidgety to her, like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It would have made her a bit concerned if not for the words coming out his mouth contained the word 'Mom.' She kept her face straight and closed the sympathy laugh safely behind her teeth, seemed universal that moms had that type of effect on their progeny.<br/>"Well of course, mom lecture's have a stronger effect of turning off whatever part of the brain that stores memory then liqueur does" She laughed. "Maybe we should get them to get coffee together, they can swap tips on how to tell when their kids are misbehaving." She breathed into her hands again, her smile edged around her mouth. It slid off a little when she didn't get a response, and so she tried again. "Doesn't have to be coffee, maybe a more mom activity, like window shopping or making those little decorative soaps your not actually supposed to use." again the joke didn't land and just trailed off into silence.<br/>Florence turned fully towards Michael then and suddenly got the impression that he was far away, and not in a dreamy head-in-the-clouds kind of way. Something more weighted and less flighty, her mind popped in the word 'haunted' into her mind without her consent on the matter. Now now don't be dramatic she thought in her Grandmother's voice, it was as bad as all that. She snapped her fingers a few times, "Earth to Mike, You feelin you in there buddy?"She giggled, masking her concern with a joke.