The dirt road was bumpy and full of pot holes, jostling the two off duty police officers around in the little car that almost seemed to be skipping along because of the poor conditions it was forced to navigate by a driver that did not seem to care much for slowing down even in the face of such complications.
Zolo, comically folded into a space that was rather a lot too small for him, was wearing the same dour expression that had been on his face from the moment he lost the argument about who would be driving. The fact that they were going to Judy’s family home made no difference to him, there was such a thing as GPS. It had, for a good half hour or so, spiraled into one of their many arguments on the subject of his need to at all times be in control of things to make sure that no harm ever came to her.
He thought he was doing his job as her partner, she thought he was being a chauvinistic pain in her behind.
“This is stupid,” he grumbled, and Judy let out a long suffering sigh.
“That’s two dollars you owe me now.”
They had made a deal that he would owe her a quarter for every time he pointed out that this outing was stupid. She wasn’t sure why he agreed to it, but honestly there was a lot that she didn’t get about Zolo.
“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”
“You’re just nervous about meeting my parents.”
To that, the big man apparently had nothing to say beyond throwing her a glare accompanied by a grunt that could mean just about anything. Judy chose to interpret it as an admission that she was right.
“Don’t worry, “ she said, though there was actually a fair bit of tension in her slightly forced cheerfulness as she spoke. “They’ll love you.”
In all honesty she was fairly certain that they would be kind of scared of him.
“Whatever,” the word came awfully close to being just another grunt. “And you can forget about the berry picking, alright?”
“Oh, come on, Zolo!”
The argument lasted them the rest of the way to the Hopps family farm.
Zolo impressed everyone with how many blueberries he managed to pick.
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Zolo, comically folded into a space that was rather a lot too small for him, was wearing the same dour expression that had been on his face from the moment he lost the argument about who would be driving. The fact that they were going to Judy’s family home made no difference to him, there was such a thing as GPS. It had, for a good half hour or so, spiraled into one of their many arguments on the subject of his need to at all times be in control of things to make sure that no harm ever came to her.
He thought he was doing his job as her partner, she thought he was being a chauvinistic pain in her behind.
“This is stupid,” he grumbled, and Judy let out a long suffering sigh.
“That’s two dollars you owe me now.”
They had made a deal that he would owe her a quarter for every time he pointed out that this outing was stupid. She wasn’t sure why he agreed to it, but honestly there was a lot that she didn’t get about Zolo.
“Doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”
“You’re just nervous about meeting my parents.”
To that, the big man apparently had nothing to say beyond throwing her a glare accompanied by a grunt that could mean just about anything. Judy chose to interpret it as an admission that she was right.
“Don’t worry, “ she said, though there was actually a fair bit of tension in her slightly forced cheerfulness as she spoke. “They’ll love you.”
In all honesty she was fairly certain that they would be kind of scared of him.
“Whatever,” the word came awfully close to being just another grunt. “And you can forget about the berry picking, alright?”
“Oh, come on, Zolo!”
The argument lasted them the rest of the way to the Hopps family farm.
Zolo impressed everyone with how many blueberries he managed to pick.