DWMA Dating Raffle: Table 2 (Purple; 907624)

She laughed again, reaching across the table at tapping the end of his nose. "You're done," she said, "No more 'sweet' jokes for you."

"Aww, why?" Glyndwr asked, letting his arms droop down off the table and to his sides. "Don't you like it when I flirt with you, then?"

A playful grin painted her face, "You're bad at the sweet ones, dear." She offered a wink at him at the term, innocent as ever.

Glyndwr blushed just a little bit, but it was noticeable. "Am I?" He asked, rising an eyebrow.

She nodded, and the blush on his face encouraged her to lean forward. "That you are," her accent had thickened, a sort of confidence in her eyes not very common to her at all. "Cat got your tongue, cutie?"

Glyndwr blushed more than before. "You turned this around real quick, didn't you..." He murmured under his breath. "No, a cat didn't get my tongue... But a certain sugar glider might have..."

She grinned at him, giggling, "You're nervous." She said, sweet and sirene, watching him. "Why are you nervous?"

"Because you started sweet talking me..." Glyndwr replied blushing even more.

She giggled happily, leaning a bit further, watching him, "Did I? I thought I was just stating the obvious."

"Well, maybe you are, but you didn't call me cutie or dear before." Glyndwr said, blushing slightly more at repeating the terms.

She smiled at him softly. "It's only fair," the words were a whisper and she sat down normally, reaching a hand across. "You've been so sweet and flirty..."

Glyndwr took hold of Aurora's hand. "I guess it is fair."

She let the giggles loose, then, smiling as she laced their fingers together, her free hand over her mouth. Under the table, her feet kicked excitedly, happy that she had kept the laughter down until after she'd made him blush thoroughly.

"Hey, what's so funny?" Glyndwr questioned, stroking the side of Aurora's hand with his thumb.

It took her a little bit, but she regained herself, dropping the hand that had covered her mouth and smiling brightly, "I did it. I made you blush without losing it."

"Ah, but you did lose it afterwards." Glyndwr corrected her. "So, it wasn't a complete win."

She stuck her tongue out at him, "You didn't make the terms of the goal, now, did you?"

"S'pose I didn't." Glyndwr replied, smiling a little bit.

She smiled at him, "You order dessert." With that, she folded her other arm on the table, laying her head across it and smiling over at him, expression thoughtful.

"I'll order it... But... What was it you wanted again?" Glyndwr asked, taking the menu in his free hand. "Was it a fruit bowl with chocolate syrup or something?"

She nodded, smiling still, trying not to yawn. "Needing... a bit of a pick-me-up before the dance." A light giggle escaped her, 'I'm a bit of a night owl and I haven't had coffee in a while, so I'm wearing down."

"Right." Glyndwr said, putting the menu down. "Now to wait for the waiter. Wait a moment... GAH! What's with all the waits?" Glyndwr questioned himself, also face-palming.

She laughed, shaking her head and stroking his hand. "You're gunna kill brain cells doing that."

It didn't take more than a few more moments for the waiter to return, dropping a to go box off and grabbing his plate. "Desserts?"

"Fruit bowl with chocolate syrup and some ice cream. Please." Glyndwr said, pointing to the items on his menu.

(Assuming ice cream would be a thing.)

(well yeah xD)

"Certainly," he said with a nod, "What flavor?"

Aurora, meanwhile, looked at him almost curiously, watching.