Being Jim’s daughter ( & Bruce’s right hand lady a time or two ), she’s had to attend a gala or two, a fancy dinner party, be the Belle of the ball. Been there. Done that. She’s not unfamiliar with ‘fancy’. But, sometimes a girl merely wants a quiet moment alone with the ‘boy’ she may be courting/dating. Forget the steaks and the champagne. She wants casual, clean, but casual. He’s not wrong to doubt whether it mattered. Not to Babs. “You don’t need a bow tie or jacket. You can even wear…” she leans in, lips barely tracing his own. “Jeans.” she guffaws within jest. Nice to Babs, at least this time around, merely means quality time and maybe some pasta. Hell, she’d even take pizza!

     ^{If it was up to Ky, he’d be wearing nothing; maybe jeans or some shorts. That would be about it. Clothing was far too restrictive at times, but he’d gotten used to it… even if most of the time he’d rather not have a shirt on at all. Still, he wasn’t going to put anything off the table. At least for the moment. “Then I know just the place.” A short pause as a slight chuckle escaped his lips. “How do you feel about pizza an’ for the entire night you’ll have me just to yourself.”}