…Wow! An’ here I thought yeh were fakin’, to throw me off guard. Jesus, yer actually interested in me? Who would have thunk that.
{He stands her upright finally, and gives her a sheepish grin}
Well, er…. uh… how about tomorrow noight? I’m free. Hope yeh don’t moind eatin’ in moi room.
And, uh, if it gets cold in moi room, suddenly, just, uh, don’t pay any moind, alroight? That’s probably Hec. I koinda eat in there sometoimes when he visits me.
*Pokerface.*
Uh .. huh?
*Either this is her (or his) most elaborate attempt at trolling ever, or… well, either way, it’s really bizarre.*
Yeah… oh- okay.
*Welp, time for some of that “what did I just get myself into” awkward arm-rubbing.*
God, haven’t had a date in a whoile. This’ll be interestin’. Bet I got some wine left, too. Love the stuff. Hec got me hooked on the French brands.
{He looks excited now, like a ditzy, dopey birdbrained Sniper should be}
Any food allergies?
