Not that she'd ever say it out loud, but he's got this boyish glow to him that she's never seen on him before. It reminds her of David, the David from her world -- but for the first time, that thought doesn't make her chest hurt so much. She returns the slightly nervous laugh, combing her fingers through her hair.

"Hey, you're the one who asked. You have to pick the date." She gives him a lopsided smile, still looking like she's a little nervewracked while relief still settles in, slow and steady. She doesn't have a hard time believing he's sincere. Maybe that's what makes it that much more difficult to navigate. It's not like she's looking to crush any hearts, here. She shifts her weight, resting her hip against the counter. "So..." She lets the word hang there, the what now? following only silently.