The thing about choosing date attire while your apartment was full of pollen was that sometimes you ended up in
a dress that you were kind of a little too boobtastic for. But sometimes these things couldn't be helped. Because sometimes it was way too late to go back and change once you realized the error of your fashion ways, and you just had to own it.
Also, she did look great in it. Try to contain yourselves, Il Pollo customers.
"Well, here we are," she told her date, once they'd entered. Because she was perhaps even worse at talking while on a date than she was at dressing for one.
[ooc: For that one guy.]