//A quest for pleasant company,// Jono shared. And then he made a big show of turning to the aforementioned goldfish and waving a hello to them.

Goldfish totally made the best company!

He was being a nib. He was well aware of that.

//Must be something he's been eating,// Jono decided, nodding slightly as he turned back to her. //He's really takin' care of himself, I imagine. And yerself, luv? How are yer doin' this evening?//

Jono took in the sight of the scarf appreciatively. Or, at least, he appreciated that it was a scarf, and otherwise, he was typically a complete and total boy about such things.

//About the same, with th'exception of the knitting bit,// he replied. //Thankful that th'week's nearly over, I suppose. I could use a weekend.//

//I heard,// Jono agreed, shifting his weight from one foot to the next, and then running a hand through his hair. //I've heard there's a dance, too, actually...//

And while he wasn't much for big social events, there were certain people whom he was completely willing to make exceptions for.

//As a matter of fact, dancing and I do seem to still get along together rather well,// he replied with a nod. //And I might have been wonderin' if yer th'dancing sort at all, yerself.//

Which was very considerate of her! It had taken Jono most of the day to nerve himself to get this far, after all, and that would have been an awful lot of effort put forth if she was going to just go and take the words from his proverbial mouth.

//Around, perhaps, th'time of the dance?// Look, he was getting to it! //Because if that happened to be th'case, perhaps yer wouldn't mind goin' with me?//

By this point, backing out was the last thing from Jono's mind. What he was more concerned about now was not panicking like a complete idiot. Which, really, he was doing an impressive job of avoiding, thus far. Gold star!

//I work th'library tomorrow,// he noted, lifting a shoulder in a small shrug. //But I could pick yer up after my shift, perhaps? Here, or wherever works best for yer?//

//I suppose I could make the attempt,// Jono replied, somewhat amused at the sudden babble. //Though yer have t'keep in mind, I'm British, not Scottish. I don't know that I could pose a convincing argument, really.//

//Ah, so this is more an example of the 'pester the bloke until he gives up' scenario, at its finest,// Jono chuckled. //Effective plan, that. Do yer happen to have a kilt handy, then, or is he expected to run out and try to find one at th'last minute, too?//

//If he did, I think makin' him wear the kilt would be a moot point,// Jono decided, shaking his head, his tone light. //Tell'im to wear his dress instead, and yer'll be all set.//

//I think Jak's gotten th'memo that I don't appreciate toppling from fourth-floor windows,// Jono replied.

Yes, he was still cranky about that. Could anyone blame him? He liked his flatmate well enough, sure, but he could definitely do without that whole falling thing.

//If he hasn't, then it'll be him that gets threatened with a yellow dress, I think.//

//And bring out his eyes?// Jono chuckled a little at that. //It needs ruffles, I think. Th'more, th'better.//

Because Jonothon was cruel.

[And now I flee for work! Bye!]

//I'm certain he'll appreciate that,// Jono decided, because he considered himself an expert on such things, truly.