"No, I know. The point is to hold hands, walk in the moonlight, take in a concert and offer her a ride home in your carriage as the moon rises," she said with a small grin. "Or, something like that anyway, it's possible I've read too many historical romances for my own good. But, you can adapt. Invite people over for tea and cookies, or something like that, hang out for awhile, make plans. There's a club in town, you could take them there instead of a concert, you know. You're smart enough, make it happen!" She flumped down carefully on the couch, checked it for poking things that might've been hidden in the cushions, and once it was safe, she yanked him down to sit on the couch beside her. "It'll come back to the station, don't worry. My train's just a caboose, so I lose mine all the time, but eventually it toddles back home."