Derry hadn't expect that quick no. "Alright, so... still on for Saturday then," he said in a reassuring way when she smiled back shyly. He took another apple slice and he considered her rather rambled question. "You may ask me anything you'd like. Though I can't promise anything until I hear it. If it is too personal, please don't be offended if I don't answer." He was a private person, and he had his reasons. Poetry was usually his one outlet to express everything he couldn't in conversation.