[Taking the flowers from him, she wonders what to do. Put them in some water and invite him in?

If you do that, you know you'll just end up making out on the couch and skipping dinner.

All right, that was out of the question then. But she couldn't exactly hold them all throughout the date, could she? She takes her time to smell them, pondering her next move.]

Let me just put these in some water. You can come in and sit for a bit before we head for the restaurant. The reservations are for seven, right?

[Bad move. Bad move. Abort. Abort.]