Fred tried to help with brushing off the coffee, not at all realizing just where her hands were. She might have even leaned over to blow on the area; she only wanted to help.

"I'm really sorry. Yeah, it could happen to anyone, but it looks like it happened to us, me, you. Us. Oh, no, you don't have to do that." Fred rested her hands on his to get him to stop. "I can take care of this. It's okay. This really wasn't how I thought the date would go. Walk me home, have a little coffee, maybe make out, and plan for another date - but hot liquid on my date's lap. Definitely not in the plan." She smiled weakly.

"I try not to harm, maim, or otherwise scar my dates until at least the third date." She tried to look serious as she said this, but the smile lit up her eyes. She was trying to make a joke of it anyway.