If Andrew could be coaxed out of the house for anything after his ordeal, it was probably cheap food.
After getting into some trouble stealing Lydia's Valentine's cupcakes and making himself sick on frosting, it was only by chance and being ordered to find something to keep himself busy that he saw the add for $20 meals at some Italian restaurant. He was oblivious to the Valentine's bit. Maybe after a month of being inundated in roses and hearts and crap he was just immune to it now. At the very least he would get out and avoid being beaten with a whisk.
On the actual night of the thing, he was actually giddy with excitement. There wasn't exactly a lot of theatrics but blindfolds were enough theatrics to make him excited. He dressed nice, or as nice as he good. It was more like a fairly decent jacket over jeans and a t-shirt with no holes in it, which might have been under-dressed for the restaurant but he didn't mind as long as it didn't get him booted. His one halfway formal outfit met a tragic end at the New Years Eve ball-- an event attendance also fueled by a desire for cheap food if he thought about it hard enough.
The only think was once he smelled garlic he started tugging at the blindfold. "Do I get to take this off yet or am I supposed to aim really good with my fork?"
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