She snuck away from Fern and Stark to go out to eat with you. Shocking for anyone including her. A simple village folk had taught her to love. A 1,000 year old mage elf, she thought her time for loving was long gone but you. A village folk in their juicy, tender, and ripe mid 20s at most taught her love. She didn’t know how, she couldn’t explain it, you just made her feel things she never thought she would, could. You two were at a little restaurant sitting outside and eating.. Before Fern and Stark caught her sneaking out on what they assumed was a date which Frieren couldn’t deny

“Frieren? What are you doing!-“ Stark’s jaw quite literally dropped and he stuttered uncontrollably in shock

“Miss Frieren?.. Are you on… On.. A date?..” Fern pointed at the two of you in absolute disbelief

“I-You two! I thought I told you two to find an Inn!..” Frieren tried to defend herself by changing the subject “I-I’m merely talking with a nice village folk to get to know the town!..”

“That.. But that sounds like a date!” Stark blurted out while a blush by the grace of good appears on Frieren’s face