More than anything, Daisy just wants to order a beer and try to get back into her comfort zone, but she's already feeling out of place in this far too swanky establishment, so instead she looks up at the waitress and says, "Whiskey, neat."

No way is she admitting that she has no idea what's in most of the cocktails whose names she can actually remember. Just sticking with a classic.

When the waitress retreats, Daisy smiles awkwardly at her date for a moment, scrambling for something to say. What comes out is the first thing that popped into her head.

"So, how many of these dates has your mom set up for you?" Because surely she's not the first.