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Yeah?

I... sort of have a not-date.

*gasp!* You do? *looks momentarily bewildered, her brow furrowed, then she smiles and looks interested* With who?

Ah, Benedick Dwyer?

I don't think I know him! Is he nice? What's, uh. What's a not-date?

Oh, he's only been here for like a year. The British kid? *she chuckles* I'm -- not exactly sure, that's the thing. It seems like it's just a date without the... title.

Oh! Okay, I've seen him around. I haven't talked to him much, I don't think. *bites her lip, smiling encouragingly* Do you like him?

I guess so. He is very sharp - like, in how he dresses and how he talks. That's a nice change.

He sounds neat. So, um -- what's the problem?

*she makes a face* I am such a girl... I don't know what to wear. It isn't even until Friday, and already I'm nervous.

*giggles, shrugging* What are you guys doing? Maybe I could come over after practice tonight and help you look through your closet?

He's taking me out to dinner. And I'd be forever grateful.

Wow! Where to? And, of course! It'll be fun!

Some Italian place? God, he's even picking me up.

Aw! It sounds really romantic!

Yeah, it could be.

You sound kinda unsure.

It has been a really long time since I actually went on a real... well, not-date. Or date-type thing. I think I've forgotten how it works.

Well, I had never gone on one, and last Friday went fine! I think. You'll have fun!

I know. It'll be nice. Dinner. Maybe he'll even pay.

Yay, free meal!

Hah, yes.