How to Not Impress Parents pt. 2

One thing I like about *Scott is the fact that he is a gentlemen. When we arrived at the BBQ buffet he and his dad rushed to the doors to open them for his mother and I. I thought that was so sweet. At the table his parents sat across from us, of course I was directly across from his mother. The waitress came to get our drink orders and hand us utensils and nervousness settled in again. His father told us to go get food but normally *Scott serves me because he knows the best items to get. I got up anyway so I wouldn't get caught in a weird place. Once the food hit the grill the conversations started. Most of it was geared towards the trips *Scott and I have taken this summer and his new job at a major company. I just stuffed my face, smiled, and threw in the occasional "uh huh, oh yeahhhh" so it seemed like I was apart of the conversation. Everything was fine until *Scott and his father decided to take a little bathroom break. I just didn't know what to say. Have you ever had the moment where you have so much you want to ask or talk about but the words would not leave your lips? Yeah, that was me. His mother and I sat in silence for a few minutes until I said, "This ice cream is so good". Just then his father returned and began talking to me about school. When *Scott returned his dad whipped out his camera to take pictures of us together. I tried to stay out of it but his mother insisted I take one. That made me a little happy inside knowing that I would be apart of their permanent memories. When it was time to go I thanked them for dinner and gave them hugs. I actually wanted to stay longer and hang out with them but we had to head back to NYC so that *Scott can rest for work.
I don't know if I impressed them this time around but they know I am not going anywhere.