It's time for the date...

A bunch of random gibberish comes out of your mouth hole, and some spastic hand gestures along with it. It's reminiscent of that guy on the bus in Blast From the Past.

Heather grins and says, "Thanks, I guess."

Okay, good, she understood that that was a compliment.

She saunters up to you in a flamboyant way, taking her sweet time, teasing you. Placing a finger on your nose, she asks, "So, what do you wanna do?"

  >> Go to the movies?
  >> Go to McCheesy's?
  >> "Doesn't matter as long we're together."