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Donald & Daisy - First Meeting - Ducktales 2017

With many of Scrooge McDuck's recent adventures being public, reporters were constantly hounding down McDuck Manor to try and snag a hot interview with the bajillionare himself. Daisy was still an up-and-comer, although she was often treated more like the "go fetch me coffee" girl. But she didn't just want news that was right this moment and didn't hit everyone. She believed that every single member of the McDuck exploration team had a story, and the world deserved to hear them. Why just go with McDuck when single fathers would love to hear about Donald, or aspiring kids wanted to see themselves in the triplets?

That was the totally legitimate reason she'd snuck into the mansion and was trying to climb into Donald's house boat. She wasn't a crazy person. Really. After all, she didn't think anyone actually lived in the boat - why would they, when you had a mansion? Time to find some newsworthy clues!

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Daisy was ready to forgo the flirtation and go straight for beating his head with her writing pad, when he suddenly offered a much better idea. Her eyes lit up. "Oh, that's great! Lead the way!" She dropped her game entirely giddily clapping her hands. "It'll be like having a personal tour from the best guide around!"

He snorted, taking her hand.

"We're not staying on the manor grounds. If I let a reporter stay here, Uncle Scrooge'll kill me too."

Leading her out of the boat, he took a cursory glance around, making sure the backyard was empty before leading her around to the front.

"Aw, c'mon! Daisy whined, not about being taken by the hand - that had no complaint at all - but about the lack of interesting territory around them. "If you're not going to show me something I can write about, then you'd better answer all of my questions! I didn't come here for nothing!"

"I'll answer what questions I can, but that's all you're getting. Remember, you did break into private property, and you're lucky I don't just call the police."

He won't, but she didn't need to know that.

"If you were going to, you would've already." Daisy might not have had bad luck, but she knew how to push any good luck she had. "It's cause you're a good guy."

He glanced at her, then abruptly turned away again, grumbling a bit under his breath.

"Yeah, well...pressing charges is too much of a hassle anyway."

Right.

Stubborn to a fault and super prideful, maybe even bashful - she'd have to jot those details down later. Even though they weren't entirely in the clear, she began to ask questions anyway.

"Let's start with you, Donald Duck! When's your birthday? How old are you? Favorite past-times?"

Opening the front gate, he led her to a secluded, out of the way spot where he knew they wouldn't be bothered. He doesn't even have a chance to relax before she started rattling off questions, and he had to take a moment to catch up to them.

"Uh....June 9th, I'm in my 30s, and I like sailing."

With her pad out again, Daisy began to scribble down the answers - but then she paused, and looked up with a squint.

"30s? Really? You look like early 20s, at most! You must have an amazing exercise regimen to keep that look."

He laughed, somewhat sheepishly.

"Well thanks! But the only exercise I get is keeping up with the boys and Uncle Scrooge."

Cute... scribble scribble.

"Speaking of the triplets, who's your favorite?"

He gave what sounded like an offended huff.

"What kinda question is that? I don't have any favorites! I love them all equally!"

But instead of being angry right back, Daisy pops him with finger guns.

"Perfect answer! Readers will just gush about what a devoted uncle you are! This is the kind of thing single women squeal over."

Again, a really unnecessary additive, but there it was.

He faltered a bit at that, and as much as he tried to stay angry, there was a bit of blush on his cheeks.

"U-Uh....really? Why's that?"

"Are you kidding me?" A little laugh. "There's nothing that warms a girl's heart than knowing a cute guy would also be a fantastic father. Slap a tuxedo on and you'd be chased by every woman in Duckburg."

There was another sheepish laugh as he rubbed the back of his head.

"I wish it was that easy. But I've never had that much luck with girls."

She stopped, and then squinted - was it possible he was lying? No, that'd be a pretty silly thing to lie about. "Seriously? ... Is it because you spend all your time with your family, and never tried going after anyone?"

"Well...mostly." Then he huffed, folding his arms as his expression hardened. Not at her, which he made clear as he glanced away.

"It's also hard to compete when your cousin is Gladstone Gander."

For once, Daisy's constantly writing hand went still. She ever so slowly lifted her eyes. Did she hear right?

"...Did you say Gladstone Gander?"

Because if he did, her next bit of info would either kill him or make his day.

Of course she'd heard of him. Gladstone was almost as well-known as Scrooge himself, with the added irritation of not actually having ever done anything but bum around and be lucky.

And hit on every pretty girl he sees.

So Donald was already preparing for the worst as he answered, "Yeah."

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Daisy began tapping her pencil to the pad. How best to put it? Maybe she should just bite the bullet and get it over with.

"... What a coincidence. That's my ex-boyfriend."

Donald couldn't help making a face at that. "Figures."

He let it hang there, and had every intention of just letting the subject drop. But eventually his morbid curiosity got the better of him.

"What'd you think of him?"

Because even when girls say "ex-boyfriend", they usually still pine over him even after he dumped them.

"Most" girls would have still pined after Gladstone Gander, but as Donald was beginning to learn, Daisy was not most girls.

"He was such a pain in the butt!" She shouted, as if forgetting where they were. "I mean, all the good luck was fun at first, but he was so lazy about it! He never wanted to lift a finger and do anything, yet he'd always act like he deserved the world! I felt more like a prize than a girlfriend! Eventually it took all I had to keep from strangling him every time he won the lottery!"

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. This was a surprising turn of events; the only other person he knew who disliked Gladstone as much as he did was Scrooge. But Daisy had just described exactly what he couldn't stand about his cousin.

"Y...Y-Yeah! Right? Right? He thinks he's so handsome and smart and everything, but he doesn't do a darned thing! And yet everything just gets handed to him! He doesn't work for anything and always just gets by on his stupid luck!"

"And he's such a jerk about it!" Daisy continued to rant, now that she had someone to rant with. "He never chose to donate his money or give his prizes away, or even just be...nice to anyone! If I had a time machine, I'd go back to the day I met him and warn myself just to run!"

SNAP. Whoops, she'd gotten so worked up, her balled up fist snapped her pencil in two.

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