"The gallant hero returns," Rouge said, still facing straight ahead. "A picnic? How roma-- HRK!!" As she turned to him, the sight of him took her completely by surprise. What a sight to behold: burly, romantically-naive Knux with an awkward but sexy torn shirt, blanket, and picnic basket. He looked like a guy who wasn't sure if he was going out with an attractive woman or babysitting a 5-year-old kid, so he just came prepared for both scenarios. Silly imagery or not, he was just as attractive to her as he was when they last saw each other. And the picnic idea was pretty thoughtful...

"H-how romantic," she sputtered, trying to maintain her cool and wishing her face would stop burning. "No one's ever made me a picnic before. You must think I'm a pretty 'swell gal.'"

She breezily sat down on the blanket. Even the act of stepping two feet closer to him made her heart flutter. He was so cute with those muscles and... those muscles. Dem muscles, doe... She wanted to squeeze them, maybe be enveloped in them. Yes, that'd make her very happy.

She was so busy fantasizing, she didn't even notice her nose start to bleed.