Your mothman partner has the best date ideas.
The most recent one on the agenda is the trip to the sea that they've been meticulously planning.
Since you first talked about it a few weeks ago, they've been intermittently asking if you're excited for the trip.
You're not sure if they've even ever been to a beach on Hearth- you would be concerned if they could even breath the air in the planet's atmosphere, if not for the fact you have seen for yourself that they do perfectly well in the environment of the space station's air system.
You'll pop in to see your family before you're due back on the station, for sure. You're looking forward to introducing them to your alien in person.
But having a quiet, relaxing beach day to yourselves first? It certainly won't hurt.
On the day of the trip, they're up and ready to go obnoxiously early. You're not even sure they slept- or, well- did their version of sleeping.
"Where's your suit?" They cock their head to the side quizzically. "Aren't you going to get ready?"
"Uh, yeah, I am ready." You gesture with the beach tote slung over your shoulder. "I've got my suit in here."
"In… there?" A little nervous laugh reverberates in your head as they look at the bag.
"Yeah. A towel and sunscreen too."
"Well, it's good to be prepared I suppose, but uh…"
"I mean, I figured I'll change when we get there."
The nervous laugh morphs into a more abrupt, incredulous one at that sentiment.
"Oh! You're joking! You're funny."
"Am I?" Your eyebrow raises, your turn to be incredulous.
"Um… You're serious? About waiting to change?"
"I just think there may be… certain logistical issues with changing into the suit when we get there…"
"You don't think there will be a changing room?"
"I mean, there might be but… there are certain… aspects of the purpose of the suit that require it be worn before arriving..."
"I'm not sure it makes much of a difference."
Clearly there is a miscommunication happening here. They seemed to have picked up on it, too.
"…Um, what kind of suit do you think I'm talking about?" They ask, nervously, their antennae quivering.
Understanding washes over their big, round, glowing eyes.
"…You said we were going to the sea?"
"I did say we were going to the sea, silly! A lunar sea! Mare Serenitatis, to be specific. It's beautiful this time of the year."
"Oh! Oh… uh… Yeah." You chuckle sheepishly, trying not to think of what would happen to you if you stepped foot outside of the airlock without being suited up first. "Should probably put on a space suit for that, huh?"
"I thought you meant, like, the body of water."
"The station's not stopping at the Hearth proper for a few days yet. Just Luna." They poke the tips of their claws together pensively. "I'm sorry if you're disappointed."
You can't be upset- you're the one that didn't check the ship's docking schedule yourself to confirm what celestial body you'd be going to today.
"There's always time to go to the beach later, then." You say, determined to not ruin the outing for your partner, especially when they've been so excited. "Tell me more about plans for the sea?"
"Well, it's essentially a bio-sanctuary for lunar flora and fauna these days, so it would mostly be strolling. I packed lunches, but uh… I just realized you probably shouldn't take off your helmet to eat… hehe. Oops… Oh no, this is sort of a mess, huh?" Their whole body droops dejectedly, from the tips of their antennae to the tips of their claws. "I didn't think this through at all…"
"I don't know, it sounds like a perfect date to me."
