She cannot help but smile. Victory! Babs takes a step closer, fingertips gliding across his own and she shrugs. “Just not McDonalds. Kay?” – Honestly? She’s pretty oblivious to the swimming concerns ongoing in his psyche, but hey, she’s human. She can’t read minds, only facial features. She can only hope she knows his heart. And she attempts her best to understand. She really does. “I like you the way you are.” she whispers. Double meaning clearly up in the air. 

       _{Usually nice dinner means a steak or something at a place with price tags higher then what people made in a week. Still, it wasn’t like he was going to say no – he couldn’t around her, but some clarification could help… even if he doubted it truly mattered. “Well,” he said, grin pulling at his lips, “you chose the place, an’ it’s a date.”}