Gwen finally had finally accepted Vyers' answer, even if she still had her doubts. He was up to something, sure, but she'd let it slip. It was kind of cute, after all. She took the offered rose and smiled sweetly, holding it close to give it a sniff.

However her doubts returned and reshaped themselves into suspicion and a teeny bit of unease when they made it to their apparent destination. She blinked from one table to the other (she was partial to the other one, actually...) and then, slightly baffled, looked up at her husband.

Of course, it was like him to sweep her off to a date. And despite the extremes of their options... it didn't hurt to indulge a bit, did it?

She raised a brow and smiled at him. "Well. Shall we?"