"Darling, this 'date' thing, can you explain it more?" Zeraphira asked as we stepped outside the outer wards of Morningstar Manor, her crimson eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and… dangerous expectation.
I cleared my throat. "Uhm… It's basically when two people spend time together. Doing something fun. Relaxed. Peaceful."
Zeraphira blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then tilted her head, horns glinting lightly under the morning sun.
"…Peaceful?" she repeated softly, as if trying to decipher an ancient demonic scripture.
Gods.
I had a bad feeling.
"Yes," I said slowly. "A date is peaceful. Like… walking, talking, maybe eating something nice."
"Walking."
She nodded seriously.
"Talking."
Another nod.
"Eating."
Her tongue licked her lips once.
Then—
"I understand, Darling."
She absolutely did not understand.
Because she immediately followed up with:
