"Oh-" is all she can say, a little dumbfounded after he takes her hand, places it, and starts to lead her to the bench. What is this? She wonders, clutching the box of pastries close. It gives her a strange warm feeling that she has no idea how to process. She can't even retaliate with a curse or insult because her brain is somewhat short circuited.

They reach the bench and she sits, crossing her legs and holding the gift box in her lap. She watches him as he sits as well, then opens the box, taking out one of the treats and taking a bite. Her yellow-grey eyes widen in surprise. It's delicious! Unlike anything she's ever tasted before.

"Shit..." She mumbles after she swallows.

Little do they know, this specific seating area has been trapped, a small plant with green leaves and red berries has been strategically placed above the bench.