Having not really had much, or really any, experience in the whole dating scene, Winifred felt slightly out of her depth when it came to dressing up. Isaiah's grin as he opened the door immediately put Winifred at ease; it was still such a shock to her just how much his smile affected her so. As was bound to happen at least some time during the course of the evening, color practically leaped up into Winifred's cheeks, both at Isaiah's reaction and just how nice he happened to look. Better to get it over with now, she figured. "Right back at'cha," she murmured appreciatively as she went quite willingly into his embrace. Drawing back once she'd planted a quick kiss against his lips, Winifred's smile turned smug. "I'll have to suggest we get dressed up more often. I could definitely get used to seeing you this way." She looked him up and down with her eyebrows raised, laughing. "Though, honestly, I don't think I've yet to dislike seeing you, ever." Not even when they'd had their "talk" right after she'd...lost her mind. She quickly derailed that train of thought, not liking to think about how easily she might have messed things up.
The scent of whatever it was that was cooling on Isaiah's stove hit her and Winifred's stomach gave a little rumble. "What's on the menu?" She smiled up at Isaiah, glad that they'd stayed in for their date more and more. "It smells heavenly." Which might have been a little joke, but it had slipped out before Winifred had thought to censor herself. Okay, so she had been able to be honest about her being a witch, but she wasn't at all sure why it wouldn't make sense to just be open about the fact that she had an angelic ancestor. After all, that was what honesty was all about, right? She hoped the shock hadn't shown in her face, but then, it wasn't her face that she necessarily needed to school. She was sure her body had reacted in some way to her slip-up and she carefully pretended that she hadn't meant anything by it. That was, unless of course he asked her about it. Winifred was absolutely incapable of lying, and she wouldn't want to even if she was able. "You haven't spent very long making dinner, have you?"