Rosario had been on the verge of second-guessing telling that particular story (guys weren't into girls who took shit too seriously, at least in her dating experience, and whether or not this was a date, she was discovering she really did want Cathal to like her), but Cathal looked tickled by it. Adorable, he called her, and a smile dimpled her cheeks. "Maybe," she said. "I could brush off the old... conductor's stick... wand... thing." The sentence started off smooth and turned into a bit of a fumble (what was the stick thing actually called? did 'brushing off the conductor's stick' sound like a euphemism?) and she pulled a self-deprecating face. "I can totally conduct a tour, though, if you're still down...?"