"You'll know when we get there. Well, you'll know well in advance of us getting there, because you have that hella schnoz. It's not the most romantic place in the world, but it's one of the most fun. And I'd rather save the romance 'til I screw up next and need it." He winked, almost definitely joking. Almost definitely.
Gar stood up and walked beside her. Once back in his usual milieu the nervousness faded. Jokes and cocky confidence were his shtick, not grand romantic gestures, no matter how much he did dig her. "But I will tell you that we're going to the Bronx."