Hazel stiffened as Harley placed his arm around her, seeming to almost jump a bit. She wasn't expecting him to do that, but she wasn't displeased. She was acutely aware of her reddening face and rising embarrassment. She began to worry over her hair with her hands, a nervous mannerism which she often resorted to. She was doing her best not to accidentally start a forest fire. When her emotions ran high she was prone to accidentally releasing magic, and the tiniest spark could completely ruin the mood. She did comprehend the question he asked, but it seemed that she was spending quite a bit of time tripping over her words towards the answer. "Lunch? I... uhhhh..." [i]He called me cupcake[/i] "I... Well..." [i]By Atros he looks so good[/i] "I mean... I don't..." She resorted to mentally lecturing herself, [i]Come on Daphiat, you're the Child of Omen, the Bane of the Sky Kingdom, the Incinerator, one of the most powerful mages to walk Astrea, you can do this.[/i] "No, I don't have any plans tomorrow." She finally managed.