"You don't know who Fischer-Z is?" For a moment she looked positively aghast, but couldn't hold in her laughter long enough. "They're a Brit-rock band that formed in the seventies, I was just messing with you." She wrinkled her nose, realizing that had she been talking to most anyone else she probably would have said she was fucking with them, but something about being around Aidan made her want to swear less.
"Oh, I noticed what day it was, Aidan, I just didn't want to assume." Or get my hopes up. Aria could feel her cheeks grow warm again, the third time in the same night which had to be some sort of record. "You asked if I wanted to go get drinks, and since the prospect of RA's going out for drinks had been discussed before I just figured..." Damn, this was embarrassing. She felt rather silly. "You're a brave man, Aidan Graveley, already bringing up the possibility of a next one."
When he latched onto her offer to teach him Irish step as opposed to learning more about a musician she couldn't stop the look of astonishment from coming to her face. "Are you saying you'd willingly let me teach you to dance? I mean, in exchange for teaching me all about those artsy non-music things you enjoy? I'd really dig that." Wait -- he was also legitimately curious about her upbringing too? "You really want to hear all my scandalous stories of touring? They're not all glamorous, you know, but I'd be willing to swap tales with you."