rdm<p>It's Friday around 9pm, and we're driving home from dinner at the pub. </p><p>Charlie has her seat laid back a bit, and is chewing her bottom lip a little. </p><p>"Love, you have your thinking face on." I say.<br>"Hmm. Yes."<br>I wait while she chews over her thoughts. <br>"What do you know about Anthea?" she asks after a few minutes.<br>"Not much. Started in the call centre a couple of months ago. Seems to fit in OK. Why?"<br>"She's not human. And I don't know what she is."<br>"So she's an alien?"<br>"I don't think so. She fits in too well. And the way she swore at me for the trick with the wing was too natural. I guess her parents could be, and she was raised here. But no. I think she's just something I've never seen before."<br>We drive on for a bit. <br>"I know she has her lunch in the park." I supply after a few more minutes. "And I think she's on the day shift next week."<br>"Alright. I'll talk to her then. Somewhere nice and neutral."<br>We get home, and after cuddling and giggling at cat videos for an hour or so, turn in for the night.</p><p>It is now 10am on Saturday, we've finished a leisurely breakfast, and Charlie is washing up when there is a soft tapping on our door. We look at each other, and I go and answer it.</p><p>Standing at the door is Anthea, and just behind her is an older woman - around my age, although in much better shape than I am. </p><p>"Hi Toby. This is Candice, my mum." I do a quick double take, but no, this is not Candy-the-werewolf. "I figured your wife probably noticed something off about me, I looked you up on the white pages."</p><p>I looked them over. Anthea looked embarrassed, while her mum was standing confidently. "Come on in. Lounge room is that way." I point "Sweety! Anthea and her mum are here."<br>Charlie comes out of the kitchen, looks at them, and then looks again. <br>Candice speaks up "I can explain."<br>We get seated, and I make introductions. <br>Candice takes the lead "OK, so I am human, and Anthea is my daughter."<br>Charlie nods, and she continues "Her father isn't. It took me a good ten years to get our genes to work together. As it is Anthea is about 80% human."<br>"And the other 20%?" I ask.<br>"Plant. A South American plant that, um.."<br>Charlie's eyes narrow, and then widen, and she grins. "Looks like a cross between a pitcher plant and a Venus flytap, only about ten feet tall?"<br>"Uh, yes."<br>"So you have a symbiotic pairing. How lovely. And you've created a dryad! Oh this explains everything!" exclaims Charlie excitedly. <br>Anthea looks relieved at that.<br>"Right then. Tea? Coffee? Something else?" I cut in, now that the tension is broken. I can see I'm going to have to ask Charlie about what sort of plant later.</p><p>-----<br>Candice previously appeared in <a href="https://aus.social/users/rdm/statuses/113033681406444679" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">aus.social/users/rdm/statuses/</span><span class="invisible">113033681406444679</span></a> and <a href="https://aus.social/@rdm/114510127680594433" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">aus.social/@rdm/11451012768059</span><span class="invisible">4433</span></a></p><p><a href="https://aus.social/tags/CharlieAndToby" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>CharlieAndToby</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/SF" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SF</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/SFF" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>SFF</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/microfiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>microfiction</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/tootfic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>tootfic</span></a> <a href="https://aus.social/tags/IAmWriting" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>IAmWriting</span></a></p>