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The girl only hesitated a moment before taking him up on his offer; it wasn't that she didn't like the offer, but rather, that she was still a bit stuck in the 'oh-god-what-awkward' part of the situation and she'd needed to kick her mind out of second gear, "Thank you. It's not heavy, but it's a nuisance to carry at times," it was specially obnoxious when she apparently went bumping into people.

"That's the good thing about ice cream - you don't need to know anything about it to enjoy it," she handed him the violin case as she pulled away from him, thankful she wasn't wearing high heels this time; in fact, she was wearing sneakers, even despite her skirt. Sneakers were, in her opinion, a lot better than high heels anyway; they made running away from danger a hell of a lot easier, and seeing as how in Destiny city danger liked to lurk behind every corner... then, yeah.

"Chocolate," she said as she began walking towards the shop she knew could be found just outside of the park, "Or strawberry. Do you like chocolate?" it didn't really seem like the girl was particularly fussed over the fact he seemed to be out of his element. In all honesty, she wasn't all that good at this either; she got along better with Edgar than most humans, which was... sort of sad.

Angela watched the bird that had been with her for the past hour watch them in turn from the safety of the tree. Then, it spread his wings and vanished into the gray, cloudy sky, no doubt deciding that he did not care for a stroll; besides, the cloudy sky did not bode well. Finding shelter was much higher in Edgar's list of priorities than ice cream.

Nice of him to finally notice she was a girl! Had he asked Angela, she'd have told him that she'd caught up with the fact they were of opposite genders quite a bit sooner than he had. Right around the time he'd tug on her arm and she'd come tumbling against him. Turn about was fair play, she guessed. Watching him ramble, she decided he was actually kind of cute when he did that, however, swiftly decided to throw him a bone, "Strawberry's fine. Vanilla goes well with it," the tone of her voice and her smile seemed to be trying to tell him not to sweat it; it was fine... all was cool. Really.

When they reached the ice cream parlour and she checked her wallet though, she swiftly noticed that perhaps, just perhaps, she'd spoken too soon, because she only had money for one ice cream, "Uhm," she bit her lip and looked at him, "Are you adverse to sharing? I won't make you eat chocolate, don't worry," she paused again, almost as if anticipating him, "And I'm surely not going to have it alone - half the fun is having it with someone."

In all honesty, Angela had just figured he didn't like chocolate like she didn't like salads - some people simply didn't like the taste of certain things. Granted, she had to admit he'd thrown her for a loop, because she'd never thought there was anyone on earth that didn't like chocolate. But then again, to each their own, right?

"I promised to invite you to ice cream - making you pay, even if you HAD money on you, would've been cheating," technically, cheating wasn't the word she was looking for, but it'd been the first one to pop in her mind, "If this were a game... I'd have to play by the rules," it made sense to her at any rate; everything had it's own set of guidelines and rules. Besides... sharing was just fine, in her book; she didn't think she'd ever shared an ice cream with someone (Edgar did not count).

Had he spoken his thoughts, he'd have found the girl would have been all abord for that one; she really liked microwave meals. Technically, anything that could be done in the microwave was great, as far as she was concerned, but those silly TV meals were still her favorite. Her parents still looked at her funny when she said that, "Noooo," she told him before turning around to order a single strawberry icecream (she was sad she couldn't afford two scoops, because vanilla really did go great with strawberry), paid, and then took the cone from the man that offered it to her, "That's not the way you do it," she said as she finally turned around to face Nathan, "You can pay back by inviting me to something else."

See? Not that hard at all!

Okay then. That hadn't been what she'd expecting. Not one bit, and it was clear in the way she blinked at him, having stopped mid ice-cream bite. Pulling away from the cone, she concidered him; for some odd reason she'd just been expecting him to invited her to a cup or tea, or coffee, or something like that - soda even. Not this (then again, thinking on it now, he didn't seem to be the tea or coffee type). Her surprise might've made it look like she was going to refuse the offer, but then, after a few second, she practically beamed at him, "I'd love that!" stretching her hand, she offered the cone over to him so he could take a bite too, "I love TV dinners, but I don't get them that often - my parents think they're unhealthy," it seemed that she wasn't of that particular opinion though.

Before she'd been curious, but now she looked interested as she regarded him, "Guitar sounds nice too, I did want to hear you play that," a pause as he mentioned breaking in somewhere. She arched a brow at him; something told her he'd do that, "I can do without the piano. Besides, I think string instruments sound nicer," the girl motioned towards the violin he was carrying, "If I had more money on me, I'd double dare you to a karaoke match," Ahhh... pity of pities. Granted, she wasn't a good singers, but she'd never thought that to be the point of karaoke anyhow.

"Paintball? What's that?" she distinctly recalled the gun from last night, but somehow, she didn't think this painball thing had to involve vandalism, "Sounds kind of messy - wouldn't I need a spare set of clothes for that?" or old clothes, rather, "I don't have spare clothes on me," regardless of what they decided, she was going to have to text her parents and tell them she'd be late. The upside to being a good girl was that they trusted her.

If only they knew that she ran around at night fighting monsters, and apparently now keeping questionable company. Though she still thought that half of it was either for show, or because he didn't know any better; he was being rather nice to her, after all.

"Yeah!" in her case, Angela had taken a liking to microwave meals when she'd noticed how very difficult it was to ruin them, or potentially set the kitchen on fire while doing them, "I... don't get along with the kitchen," she explained, though she honestly had no idea why she was telling him something so embarrassing, "I almost burned down the kitchen once, when I was trying to make an omelet. I took a liking to microwave dinners. They're easy, tasty, and safe. And you can eat them while watching a movie - bonus points for that," she also very much enjoyed watching movies.

Did he?

"Quid pro quo," she told him, "I try something some day, you try something. Give and take, how about that?" she was talking about karaoke, and... well, anything else that came to mind, "Well..." her gaze lifted to the sky, gray above them. It'd been threatening rain even before she'd left her home, but it seemed distinctly darker now, "If the dinner offer still stands, I can text my parents," besides, she didn't think patrolling in the rain would be particularly productive, "Lead the way?"

Taking the ice cream, she took a bite out of the cone. The upside was that since the sun wasn't out, the thing wasn't melting, "So... it's a bit like training?" no sooner did she say that, that Angela mentally kicked herself, "I mean... like a fight, that's not really a fight, because it's a game?" she smiled at him, "I can do that. Though fair warning - I'm a bit clumsy," she offered the half eaten ice cream back at him.

This was nice.

Angela didn't shy away from the elbowing; it didn't hurt, and it looked like he was actually enjoying himself so she didn't see the point, "It hates me," she told him, and she sounded so absolutely serious about her claim of the kitchen having such strong feelings against her, that it must have been amusing to watch, "I am firmly convinced I must've done something to a kitchen in a past life, and am now suffering the consequences," again, she seemed to be deadly serious - or would've had it not been for the faint spark of mirth in her eyes.

He was laughing, but oh, she would hold him up to his side of the bargain. Even if she had to drag a karaoke set into his apartment, or her home. It didn't matter where.

"Uhm," technically she'd been more thinking about her training sessions, but she couldn't very well say that, "More like... a kickboxing training session except... with-- no, nevermind, the army analogy works better actually," oh, but like this she was at a firm disadvantage, or so she thought. She did not boast increased stats, and simply lil ol' her, and... lil ol' her wasn't particularly stellar at these things. Granted, her mind often time knew what she had to do when presented with risky situations, but her body had trouble following the orders.

Still, it was a game, and he'd asked nicely. Plus, he seemed excited about it. How could she ever say no? "I wouldn't do that," she frowned slightly, "Low blows are dishonorable," unless your life was in danger, then it was all fair game, as far as she was concerned, "I am pretty sure you'd win by default; I'm new at it," she took one last bite from the cone and offered up the remaining couple of bites to him; she already felt like she'd eaten more than him, and she was supposed to be sharing.

"Do you like movies?" it was asked out of the blue, but she was following an earlier train of thought.

Unfortunately for her, the kitchen seemed to be something she needed on a daily basis, which meant avoiding it entirely was out of the question, "I don't know. You can try to put in a good word for me. It doesn't seem to take anything I tell it seriously," then again, who would? This was a girl that seemed to be talking rather seriously about... well, talking to a kitchen. Granted, it was obvious she joking, if one looked into her eyes; mirth was still ever present, however, the tone of her voice might have indicated she was as serious as a heart attack. Funny how that worked, "Was it good?" she motioned at the ice cream he was no finishing off. She'd personally enjoyed it, but wanted to know what his opinion was, "Next time, we should get strawberry with vanilla. They go great together."

Apparently, she had absolutely no trouble with 'next times', and made up for his lack of knowledge on the subject, "Might come in handy," she wasn't joking; after all, in a city such as this one, any type of knowledge could come in handy, "Now all I'll have to do, is carry one of those around. Maybe it'll scare the monsters and ... other stuff away," oh, how she wished.

Turning her head to look at him, Angela smile, "Well, a TV dinner isn't really a TV dinner if there's no TV involved, right? I love movies," she lifted her hand, counting on her fingers, "Murder mysteries, psychological thrillers... and horror," a pause and she turned to look at him, looking more than mildly sheepish, "Horror films tend to scare me, but I can't keep away. It's like a train wreck - I can't help it," she'd noticed the fact he'd instinctively moved closer, but was, for the time being, not pointing it out. Something told her he was doing it unconsciously, and did not want to embarrass him by bringing attention to it, "Does your Tony live around here?"

This was... nice, and making her feel just a tad better regarding, well, everything else her mind had been thinking about. The world was a dark place, and she knew that better than anyone, but next time someone asked her why she tried to hard to save it, even if it was dark and dreary, she would be able to tell them that she kept on at it because of moments like this. Just pleasent, nice, peaceful moments like this one, where two people could joke around and have a good time. That's what made it worth it, "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she was being honest with him, and the words didn't sound at all forced; she really did mean them, "I'm just sad I couldn't get you your own. I thought I had enough money on me. Hopefully sharing wasn't too bad?" she'd tried really hard to eat just half of it, she really had, but something told her she might've ended up eating much more than him, since he kept on taking such small bites.

As Nathan spoke, she suddenly snapped her fingers, "Ah! No wonder the name rung a bell! I knew the name was familiar. She's the librarian - I spend a lot of time in the library, but have only spoken to him in passing. He seemed nice," she peered at the buildings, blinking slightly, "Huuuuh... strange place of choice. But it's fine," she just really hoped they would not be attacked by anything, or anyone, human or otherwise, because that would ruin the... uhm... outing? Hanging... outing? Date? What was this, exactly?

God, she hadn't thought of that before.

"Scary is good," she said, snapping out of the daze, "Even if he doesn't have anything, there's bound to be something on one of the normal channels. There always is," she walked in when he held the door open, offering him a smile and a low 'thanks' before refocusing her attention towards the interior of the apartment, "Don't be. You haven't seen my room," she left it at that and walked straight over to the table so she could see the hamster. Contrary to popular belief, she liked all sort of animals - not just the strange ones, and made a small noise to get the hamster's attention before turning her head to Nathan, "I'd offer you my help, but I don't know my way around and... and..." it's a kitchen, she thought to herself, but the unspoken words were probably obvious, "I don't think Tony would appreciate waking up to find his apartment worse off than he left it." Outside, thunder rumbled, and slowly, rain began to fall. Apparently, they'd made it in just in time.