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Sherry smiled at him, then poked at a strawberry with her fork. "It's okay, we're at work all the time. We don't have much time for anything but work." How long had it been since she'd had time for any of her old hobbies? Far, far to long. "But we can try to find out? Not that we have to..." She wasn't implying that he was boring, she just didn't want him to be bored today.

By now she was blushing. "Yeah. The first, um, was a lot less dramatic." Or it had been until she told him about it. Sherry worked on the waffle, a little regretful for bringing any of it up. She felt like she'd mentioned it before, but... "The second time was in world created to stop Merlin. It was- You were stupidly romantic." She felt silly saying it. Perhaps it was something she should have kept to herself. "You, um," more poking at her food, "you kissed me when I wasn't expecting it and then you ran off to tear your heart out." She stuck a pick piece of waffle in her mouth and looked away. I sounded lame to her own ears, the way she said it, or the fact that she'd said it at all. She probably shouldn't even bring up stuff from before.

"The waffle is good."

She wasn't sure how to take his reaction to what she'd said. Which only made her regret saying it more. He probably didn't want to hear about things like that, and she really did feel silly sharing it. Silly little stories no one but her remembered. Armagnac said she was foolish for hanging onto such things; they didn't matter anyway. Sherry was just going to bore Jake to death, wasn't she? Hopefully not.

So she was happy when he followed her change of subject. Even if it meant him giving her most of his food. "But you..." He hated it. She'd been right. "We're getting lunch after this."

She shoved more waffle in her mouth.

Sherry stared at him, then looked down at her plate and then back again. It was a good thing he seemed so amused by it all, or else she'd seriously believe she was ruining everything.

"I will," she replied, very determinedly sticking another bit of waffle in her mouth. It was a good thing thing these were a bit smaller than what she was used to. By the time she'd swallowed, she was feeling a little nervous again. No pressure, him just sitting there while she ate.

"Your turn to talk." She tried to very nonchalantly stab a strawberry and eat it. It wasn't very ladylike.

Jake sitting there staring at her like that only made her blush harder. There was no way to actually eat all of her waffle and not be self conscious, with him just watching anyway. Especially after spilling some of her happy, nearly secret memories. She didn't even know how to take his expression, but part of that could have been because she was trying not to look at him. At least making sure she had both strawberry and whipped cream on each waffle bite gave her something to focus on. Unless that was weird. Was it weird? She didn't know. She did know she'd asked him to talk in the hopes that filling the silence at their table would make everything far less embarrassing.

It didn't work.

"I-" Sherry stopped and blinked at him. "But," she said, swallowing, "I'm...I'm eating a mountain of waffle," an exaggeration, "and being a horrible conversation partner." He'd done a nice job of causing her to fluster; she could feel the blush deepening and growing, her neck turning red too.

"But thank you." And she meant that. The only reason she flustered so much, was because she adored that compliment. Not that she'd admit it, not right then. "Unless you're being sarcastic, and if that's the case I'm going to make you eat the rest of this."

Sherry didn't necessarily find it creepy. His comments just made her feel like she was blushing more. And be very, very self-conscious about how she was eating. The fork was very gently left to rest on the plate.

"No, no, you're fine." She smiled at him. "I think dates make most people a little uncomfortable." Who had called it a date first? Was that all her fault? Was she creating expectations for this excursion? What sort? Good job, Sherry. Way to lay on the pressure.

"You're fine. Just... be you." She reached out to take his hand again. "I just want you to have fun."

She would have just flustered more if she knew he found it adorable, and not on purpose, either. She also would have panicked if she thought she made him feel younger, and tried to find out how exactly. If it made him feel inferior in anyway way she'd be sure to put a stop to it. So far, age was not something they'd discussed in this incarnation of their relationship.

She didn't know any of what he thought, though. All she was thinking was that she'd gone and messed this up already. Waffles and flustering. At least he was laughing. It couldn't be all bad if he was laughing, right?

Squeezing his hand, she let her smile fill the silence for a few moments. "It's going to take more than lunch to do that," she said, deciding to be completely honest. "But," she squeezed his hand harder, "you are well on your way." She gave the waffles a meaningful look. "Just promise me you'll tell me if you aren't happy." She was talking about more than just the date, maybe.

Something in her eyes grew a little sad as she sat there looking at him. Then she looked down at her plate, and when she looked back up she was all smiles. "No, they've been delicious, but I don't think I could eat anymore. And I can't be happy until you've had more than two bites."

She turned to glance around and get the attention of their waiter. Time to get the bill and figure out how to pay these folks. It only took a short wave before the man was headed in their direction.

While they waited, Sherry leaned in close to Jake, squeezing his hand the whole while. "I didn't mean it like that. You don't owe me anything. Just remember to be honest. We both deserve honesty."

Lifting his hand, she kissed the back of it again. If he didn't stop her, she'd play with his hands all day. The mere hint of that thought caused Armagnac to grumble something which caused Sherry to faintly blush again. Not that she relinquished her hold on his hand at all, she just hoped he didn't notice.

"Though," she grinned as the waiter joined them, a little grateful for the distraction, "I would love it if you paid."
She could always buy his lunch.