"16! How confident!" She smirks and glances awkwardly at Dust. "Uh. I mean. If we can do anything, I don't um..I don't mind.."

Candy prickles just slightly at the hug, how it lingers, but she gets it, she thinks. Maybe. She shifts a little uncomfortably.

She smiles. "Ah! Maybe, if we hurry!"

She sighs. "It's sad. She's in a real state, isn't she..?"

"You were distraught?" She smiles warmly. "Ah, not you, never. You just didn't know what you wanted." She nuzzles her. "I am glad you figured it out."

She leans out of the bathroom doorway, half her face makeup washed off from the night's foray into her invisible box. "Oui, belle??"

"Oh?" She gasps and claps her hooves. "Où devrions-nous aller??" She smiles widely and hops into the living room, stretching luxuriously, makeup still half on, half off. "The sea? The stars? The Denny's?"

"Ah. A trampoline park!" She nods, goofing hardcore. "One of those restaurants where they throw peanut shells on the floor!"

"Ah! An indoor skydiving park!" She giggles, quite enjoying this game.

"A GECKO improv show where they DO know about 'no, but..'.." she ponders this for a moment. "That is taking it too far, isn't it..?"

"I am sure we can test an open body of water with our weight, yes?" She smiles widely. "If one of us falls in, the other can practice ice sculpting at last..I have always wanted to try, after all.."

She giggles and waves a hoof coyly. "Ah, flatterer! Perhaps we should stay in tonight? There is a chill in the air,no?"

"Je suppose que c'est aussi pour ça que je frissonne.." She smirks. "There is a lot to do inside. I brought board games."

"Certains sont plus grands que d'autres, mais tous sont amusants à jouer avec!" She shakes a box, as suggestively as one can.

"Very bulbous, I would say! Rotund!!"

She snorts. "Finished already? Damn, it's only day five of pas de noix, Novembre.."

She gasps! "They are challenging themselves, belle! Le jugement est pour les législateurs corrompus!"

"Ah, chut. vivre et laisser vivre, aimer..." She giggles. "There is still the matter of, where shall we go?"

"Again? That is once more, 28 too many." She rubs the space between her eyes, sighing loudly. "Sleep it is, oh lovely oddment. To nap and to dream, ah, the best date I must say."

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