"Sounds good." She stretches to pull a vase down from the cabinet, not bothering to invite him in further. It isn't that he's not welcome-- far from it-- but they've spent too many evenings in because she didn't want to go out with him. Doing the same thing leads to the same result, after all; and it's never been a good one, ultimately.

She's back in a moment, vase in hand, the bouquet settling into place in the water. Placing it on an end table, she finally looks back at him. "Shall we?"