See, now I'm beginning to think this is an incredibly elaborate dream I'm having, like that one where I went out with a really nice robot. [She's a woman of many desires, no judging.] How often does one get sex and ribs in the same night? It's the prom night I always wanted.

[... Should she go home with him, though? If he wanted to be a creep and kill her or something he's had a bunch of opportunities, and it's not like she won't know the city well enough to get herself home if she has to leave suddenly.

For as easygoing as she's been this whole time the possibility does take some thought.]

I hope you have a nice couch I can drape myself over.

[So, yeah, let's do it. Whenever she can actually move on her own.]