"There's only one trilogy, kiddo," John remarked in response to her excitement. Okay, so it was a 'saga' now. Whatever. And she was right: Han could get a date. But John was no Harrison Ford. And it looked like he was scoring one anyway. Take that, Scruffy.
John's eyes lit up slightly with that wickedness that blew in when he knew he was winning out. His grin told more of the story, though, "At least I'm doing something right... I gotta find a tux then. Damn." So he hadn't thought things out. "I'll get somethin' together." He pushed himself up to stand and began to pace, glancing at Kitty with each turn. "I'm not goin' all matchy-matchy, by the way. I'll leave that to Frosty." Pyro's hands came together and he began to crack his knuckles as he paced, trying to pan out where and when he'd grab some formals. There was tell of a little shopping spree in the works. God. The thought of it made his stomach turn. Zombies + women after shoes = bad juju.