Wriggling closer to Glitch, DG nodded. They probably did. As long as they didn't pick a ballad - or broadcast the song to the network - she'd probably survive.

"You mean a ... date?" she asked, twisting her head to look at him. She looked a little surprised, yes, but she also looked delighted. The idea was oddly conventional, but it was also wonderfully sweet.

"They have some nice restaurants in Central," she added, thoughtfully.