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What could she say? Well, in all honestly, she could have just said no, but a journalist, who recanted the ventures of others, was only as good at telling other’s stories as they were at telling their own. And, maybe, she just liked talking to him. That too seemed perfectly logical. (Nervousness made it hard to know when to be quiet, and when to speak up). “Ah yes, I think you’ll find that sugary desserts have served as the hero in many tales of my life.” Though, perhaps, my hips and stomach aren’t so grateful for their recurring appearances in the story. Oh gosh he was such a sweetheart- she nibbled her lower lip thoughtfully while grinning, taking his hand, and climbing out of the car with his chivalrous aid. 

Her fingers rested in his for perhaps a few seconds longer than necessary, but not awkwardly so, withdrawing in a gentle, polite fashion as she straightened out her dress.

“Hh-hmm, I don’t find that shameful at all! I’ll be glad to fully enjoy the experience with such charming company." She noted in reply to the first part of his dialogue, as they casually began making their way towards the entrance. (Their pace was not ludicrously slow, just leisurely- unhurried). "Well ice cream certainly isn’t a bad offering… but, one very important mystery, hmm?

I’m sure it’ll exasperate all of my considerable talents to puzzle it out, Hakuba-janarisuto.”

"It’s a fairly simple mystery, you might be pleased and disappointed to know, but one that I have often wanted a second opinion on. Alas, I’ve never had anyone that I trusted enough to consult with on the matter.”

Hakuba lead the way to the museum’s entrance and paid the pair’s fee without comment. Perhaps because he was too busy enjoying their conversation, though it was mostly that he didn’t want to call any attention to the matter of finances. 

“I think that, of all people that I could consult with, you are best suited – ah, after you, Himura-san,” he gestured for her to go ahead. “Ahem, best suited, as it is a tad… literary in the fairy tale sense. Thus,”  the detective’s next gesture was to the direction of the ancient history section. “…to the dinosaurs!" 

DATE-O START! || akaikujixyaku

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“Huh? Oh come on… Well I’m afraid I’ll just have to disappoint you now, lest I disappoint you!”  What a conundrum, but an amusing one no less, and quite flattering when she thought about the effort he put into conjuring up a list of such unusual inquiries. There was certain to be one that would stun her, but until then, she was happy to surprise him. "Bright wit, hm? I’m happy that I’ve made such a favorable impression on you, considering how little personal discussion’s been carried on. You do me great credit." 

It seemed that she was finally settling into the flow of this outing, despite a reminiscent nervousness simply due to it’s unfamiliarity. He was… just as charming of company as she might have imagined. Well, as she had imagined, quite honestly. It was a sort of far-off intention to ask him out for coffee sometime, had she ever been able to muster the nerve, but luckily for his meddlesome mother, she didn’t have to. She should probably send a subtle thank you gift Marion’s way, sometime, if she could figure what she’d like best. (Somehow she doubted that a dragon would do the trick as it had, seemingly, for her son).

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Her thoughts, which had briefly derailed, rolled back onto the tracks as he suddenly chirped in, ready to further the quiz, and she shifted her shoulders in readiness, waiting only until he was completely finished to instantly reply.

"The Lion. Hands down, all around, cross my heart, and no doubt about it. I confess that I’ve only seen the original film a few times, and read select parts from each of the books aside from The Wonderful Wizard and the Marvelous Land, but my decision is still quite firm.”

“Mm, so I see. The Cowardly Lion, also known as the one who, despite his crippling self-doubt, continually displayed no shortage of courage and loyalty throughout the entirety of his appearances.”  Hakuba nodded to himself after he spoke, turning down another side road on the way to the museum, which was then in sight.

“Good choice. I can definitely see why you would relate to him.” The grin on the detective’s face was just as confident as ever, if not more so as he stole another glance, amusement unending. “I think that suits you just perfectly. Were I to pick one, I think I’d settle with the Tin Woodsman." 

Hakuba pulled them into the parking lot and combed for a good spot as he spoke, attempting to keep the conversation spurred wit his own words until he could get his next question out. He wanted to give her information about himself, certainly, but this was about her, not him, and any questions to elaborate and clarify would detract from his plans. 

"The next question is: have you ever had Dip-N-Dots ice cream, and if so, where did you first experience it?”