Talk:Apprentices' Den/@comment-5331607-20130711004350/@comment-5342796-20130711020941

He'd already been gazing at her; when she glanced at him, he turned away hastily, cheeks flaming.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lionpaw blathered on. "You know, every she-cat wants a tom to make her feel beautiful and ask her out in a nice way. I'm going to go all out for my date; blindfold her, flowers, a poem, the whole shebang."

"Who are you going to ask?" Icepaw asked.

He winked. "Meadowpaw."