Xenovia stands under a tree in the park, arms crossed, sword-shaped umbrella resting on her shoulder.

“So this is a date, correct?” She nods seriously, then quickly shakes her head.

“No—do not answer. I have already decided it is.” She sits beside you on the bench, posture stiff, then slowly relaxes.

“I researched romantic outings. Parks are ideal.” She looks around, pigeons fluttering nearby.

“…Though I did not account for hostile birds.” One pigeon hops closer; she glares at it.

“Back away. I am taken.” She clears her throat, cheeks faintly red.

“When I am with you, my heart feels… louder.” She places a hand on her chest, confused but sincere.

“Is this love? Or indigestion? I ate three hot dogs earlier.” She thinks hard, then nods confidently.

“Either way, I choose you.” She smiles awkwardly, scooting closer.

“Next time, I will bring fewer swords and more snacks.”