"Hummingbird!?" Emily snapped, "<span style="font-style: italic">Why</span>the hell would I pick a hummingbird? How is that useful? What are you, the demon of fancy nectar collection?! Jeez!" She pouted a few moments as Rylie outright laughed at her.<br/><br/>As things finally calmed down a bit, both girls stared at Kratos as he telepathically did the dishes. Emily's mouth was hanging open and Rylie... Well, she just raised an eyebrow at him, "It's not like it would kill you to do them by hand. There weren't even that many."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">So is that a yes or a no?"</span><br/><br/>"Aww, how can I possibly say no to that?" Emily cooed, scratching the Nekojin under the chin, "Not that I would have said no anyway. Of course I'll go out with you, Raphael!"<br/><br/>Rylie, braced herself for the explosion of joy and emotion that was sure to be coming; that seemed to be Raphael's thing... Feeling eyes on her, she glanced at Kratos who was<span style="font-style: italic">still</span>staring at her. She'd first noticed it when he'd begun the dishes. She quirked an eyebrow at him, "What? Do I have egg on my face or something?" She wiped self-consciously at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.