[ The smells and the sounds only serve to confuse her, to completely throw her off. Because the moment she thinks she gets an idea or even a grasp of where they might be, something changes and things get different and she's more disoriented than ever.
His words don't help. Heights? Kenzi isn't more afraid of heights as the next person, she's not thrilled by the idea of unsecure heights but she isn't going to hyperventilate or pass out. Still, she feels a slight surge of panic for a moment when he asks.] No... [ Suddenly, she's back down on her feet and he's dragging the blindfold off her eyes and---
It takes her a moment to process it. She's honestly never seen anything like it. Sure, she's seen some art and maybe a few movies with the whole steampunk vibe but Kenzi's world doesn't have aeronauts, let alone actual flying boats.]
Barclay... this is... [ Words sort of fail her and he goes on to explain what it is. And his words filter in slowly, give her a moment--] Wait-- [ she feels almost shaky on her feet still as her eyes adjust to the light and her surroundings, but she still darts towards the table, her expression wondrous.]-- is that kompot? Where did you--? [ She looks back at him, those piercing blue eyes bright and happy. Kompot was something from the old country, something of a comfort for her and....
It's then the true weight of what he said previously hits her and she turns completely to face him, her lips curving as she realizes that he wanted to show her this place. That she was the first to see it... as his (obviously not the first person to see it). It was his new treasure and he was sharing it with her.
Hold on a second, her heart is going to go aflutter for a second before she moves back to him, after having set the flowers hastily in the vase. Now that she's an inch or three shorter than she usually is, it's a little harder to grab him by the face and drag his mouth to hers, so instead, she moves to grab the lapels of his jacket instead, pulling him into her so her arms can wrap lazily around his torso.]
Congratulations. [ She grins, her expression tender.] This is... well, it's kind of totally perfect. [ This date. Him. The fact that he has something of his own, something that kind of seems might be right up his alley.]
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His words don't help. Heights? Kenzi isn't more afraid of heights as the next person, she's not thrilled by the idea of unsecure heights but she isn't going to hyperventilate or pass out. Still, she feels a slight surge of panic for a moment when he asks.] No... [ Suddenly, she's back down on her feet and he's dragging the blindfold off her eyes and---
It takes her a moment to process it. She's honestly never seen anything like it. Sure, she's seen some art and maybe a few movies with the whole steampunk vibe but Kenzi's world doesn't have aeronauts, let alone actual flying boats.]
Barclay... this is... [ Words sort of fail her and he goes on to explain what it is. And his words filter in slowly, give her a moment--] Wait-- [ she feels almost shaky on her feet still as her eyes adjust to the light and her surroundings, but she still darts towards the table, her expression wondrous.]-- is that kompot? Where did you--? [ She looks back at him, those piercing blue eyes bright and happy. Kompot was something from the old country, something of a comfort for her and....
It's then the true weight of what he said previously hits her and she turns completely to face him, her lips curving as she realizes that he wanted to show her this place. That she was the first to see it... as his (obviously not the first person to see it). It was his new treasure and he was sharing it with her.
Hold on a second, her heart is going to go aflutter for a second before she moves back to him, after having set the flowers hastily in the vase. Now that she's an inch or three shorter than she usually is, it's a little harder to grab him by the face and drag his mouth to hers, so instead, she moves to grab the lapels of his jacket instead, pulling him into her so her arms can wrap lazily around his torso.]
Congratulations. [ She grins, her expression tender.] This is... well, it's kind of totally perfect. [ This date. Him. The fact that he has something of his own, something that kind of seems might be right up his alley.]