She quirked an eyebrow and simply stared at him for a moment. Invite him over more often? Was he serious? Megan and Steven together was a chaotic turmoil of profanities, sarcasm, and dirty conversations. Who would want that in their homes? Then again, there was a part of her that felt she should be grateful. Perhaps they were too the same that they constantly butted heads, but there’s no denying the fact that Steven was one of the very few people that tolerated her difficult character. Regardless of how much she wanted to kick him sometimes, he was, in a very strange way, her friend. “Uh… sure?” she replied with a particular uncertainty despite herself.
The sound of a burger didn’t actually sound half bad. “They don’t make burgers here like they do in the South,” she declared with a nod. “But ice cream, burgers, I’m up for whatever.” Her head was held high at his next comment. Even before this, Megan wasn’t exactly a professional when it came to elaborate technology. The fact that she was operating a door in the next century was performing the impossible. She was contemplating on going back for a sweater since it was a bit chilly, however, when he began talking about holding hands and shit, she figured she could use that to her advantage. Stopping next to him, she took his hand, and moved his arm so it could drape around her shoulder. “There, you can be a good date and keep me warm,” she grinned. “Anyway, do you want this to be a legit date?” she asked. “I mean, I’m ain’t exactly dating material… or even pleasant, for that matter. And dude, I haven't gotten laid in...like a century.”