Gecko's brow furrowed, while he listened to that. "That's horrible," he told her, frowning at the story. "I'm so sorry." She said it worked out in the end but he was still concerned about it.
He nodded his agreement - it did seem like certain things worked out in the end. Gecko didn't know what to be more surprised about: that she wanted to go dig up his dismembered hands or that she called this a first date. It was enough to bring a stunned smile to his face.
"This is a date," he said more than asked, and he sounded happy about it. "If it would make you feel better, we can. Obviously you're worried about it, so sure. It'll probably be gross, though."