Bert grinned like an idiot as Amethyst reassured him, it made him feel good that she cared how he felt, it made him feel… Special. It was something he hadn’t felt in a while.<br/><br/>“Thank you Miss Amethyst, but I know what goes on around here. I’m not embarrassed.” Bert told a white lie before continuing on. “It’s very kind of you to invite me, six-thirty works fine. It’s a date.”<br/><br/>The last few words spewed forth from his mouth before he had a chance to contemplate their meaning, it wasn’t actually a date, was it? The very idea made Bert’s cheeks feel warm. What if it was and she wanted him, sexually? Would he have to pay her? Was that just another part of the job? His mind was reeling with questions that wouldn’t be appropriate to ask her, so instead he just listened.<br/><br/>When Amethyst asked what he would like, Bert’s mile returned. He was sure that she was an excellent cook, she just had that special something about her that bespoke of an inherent superiority through good breeding. Like success was just in her DNA.<br/><br/>“Soul Food?” Bert answered timidly, not sure what he even meant himself by that, but it seemed like a safe answer.