Just a dress felt like an understatement, but Sana didn't want to make her more self conscious, and insisted "No, you look wonderful. I could always change when we get back. Pretend that fish and chips is something fancy, and we're in an upscale restaurant instead of my living room or kitchen," she grinned, turning to start them towards the path that wound around the hill and eventually into a grove of trees the little cottage bordered. "Is fish and chips alright?" asked Sana, realizing that her attempt to keep things light might not be what Azah had expected. She had been attempting to keep things casual enough that it was still a date, but not one where anyone felt uncomfortable or pressured. The sound of fish and chips at home paled in comparison to the just-a-dress, and Sana wavered for a moment before offering, "We could get something else while we're still in town, if you want."