What is this "date" you speak of? (Arc/Lani... maybe NSFW?)

"What else have you got planned after dinner?" Candy asked, since she was curious about that, anyway.

"A movie," he said, smiling slightly in response to the question, though it couldn't really be seen. "Which means that I really need you to behave unless you want me to get drunk before we go."

"We could just sit at the back, right? It's not that bright is it?" Candy asked, while still thinking of other solutions. She didn't want him drunk, because that made him turn on her pretty hard last time around and she didn't want to stop teasing.

"It's not, not unless you try to make worse." He shrugged at this, though he would't mind turning the tables, himself.

"So it's fine if I don't do too much?~" She teased, smiling as sweetly as she could manage.

His face heated up at the question, not quite trusting the possible implications of her words. "What are you... planning?"

"Nothing." She said, truthfully. She really didn't have any plans. "I just go with the flow, so to say."

Whether she was telling the truth or not, he simply didn't seem to believe her. She had a habit of making him even more awkward than normal, and that was saying quite a bit, all things considered.

"You'll be fine." She said as if she had nothing to do with his ply, rather than being the sole cause of it, currently.

"No, you." He muttered, the words barely understandable. Before she could respond, however, the chips and dip arrived, affording him some sort of distraction.

"I'll definitely be fine. More than fine." Candy said, pointing at herself with a crisp.

"Do you like your chips?" He asked, grabbing one for himself and dipping it in the queso.

"Chips?" Candy asked, momentarily confused, until she realised. "Oh. Yeah, they're good."

He blinked several times before realizing his mistake. "...crisps." Rogue finally corrected, sheepish as he did so before pulling his mask down and eating his.

Candy giggled when he corrected himself for her, even though it was her who was the outlier here and not him. When in Rome, do like the Romans.

"So......... twenty questions?" he asked, carefully chewing his food so as to not get crumbs all over his mask.

"Sure, sounds like fun." Candy said, propping up her head with her arm. "And I have a few things I want to know."

He seemed both surprised that she was okay with the idea and that she actually had questions. "Go ahead."

"Do you prefer my legs bare or as they are?" She asked, repeating one of the questions she had in the morning, not really thinking about what sort of effect they might have on Rogue.

Carefully, Rogue pushed the plate of chips and sauces to the side before planting his face against the table with an audible thud!

"Ro-..!" Candy started, being surprised for a moment, but realised what sort of question this would be to Rogue. "You know what? You can tell me about that later. What's your favourite colour?"

"Pink," he muttered, not lifting his head to answer her question. "What's yours?" He asked in return.

"Orange." Candy said, mostly ignoring Rogue's position for the time being and returning to periodically dipping and eating a crisp. She wondered for a while about a question that wouldn't send Rogue's face into the table yet again... "Ask another."

He grumbled, lifting his head slowly before offering her a response, "Favorite hobby that doesn't involve reading."

"Baking." Candy answered quickly, realising that this meant she had less time for question thinking. "You know, I don't really have many questions that I can ask you without the whole... That." She said, pointing at his head and the table. "Oh, I can ask you the same. Hobbies that aren't to do with your computer?"