She was relieved when he seemed to go with the conversation switch. She had plenty to think about regarding the previous and she really didn't want to spend any longer doing it now. He was home for a couple days, but then Nationals would start and he'd be gone again till it all came to a head. She didn't really want to spend their day just bogged down by everything she let get to her. "Well, I have a dress and I have something to wear underneath said dress," she responded, tossing a leg over him and straddling his hips as she smiled down at him. "Since I really don't have anyone else to wear it for, it would seem that you are in luck."
She wasn't a fan of big Gala's but Emma had bought her the dress to wear and it wouldn't be so bad. She'd be with Clint. Emma, Katie, Marcus, and Adrian would also be there. What was the worst that could happen other than a nauseating amount of champagne? Watching him, she could tell that he was tired and she could probably let him sleep after her rather brutal wake up call ... but she was restless.
"Come on, let's do something," she urged, giving his shirt a light tug. Maybe it was the release of her emotions, she didn't know. Whatever it was she had a bunch of energy and a sleepy boyfriend. Sadly, those two things didn't usually go hand in hand. "Let's ... go to the museum. Or maybe we can break into the restricted section of the library." Both of which perhaps, weren't all that exciting to anyone other than her. "Or you can," she paused, searching her brain for something they could do to get out of this room, "teach me to fly." It was out before she could really think about it.