For many moments, she said nothing. Mostly because her first thoughts were that she could think of plenty of things they could spend time doing. He was cute, after all. Well, handsome. Cute was a word reserved for children and immature people. And handsome young men were worthier of equally handsome words. She did manage to keep all of her lesser pure thoughts to herself, for she could just imagine him sprinting out the door if she spoke up. Or he'd blush so deeply and so hotly that his entire head would explode.

"Well, we can get food. We can go shopping. We can spar. We can do pretty much anything you'd like to do. I don't need you to entertain me or to amuse me."