"Oh. Alright. I dunno, I thought it might be nice to catch up or something, but if you were already planning on leaving, thats fine." Kitty shrugged flashing a small smile up at him. She was just... a little bit dissapointed. It was really quite fun talking with him again.

"I can stay as long as you want me to, Kitty." He looked down at her, a growing smile and giggle. He could see that she wanted him to stay from the slight smile.

"What? Me? Want you to stay? Pffft, never. I want you out of my hair as soon as possible." Kitty said sarcastically, looking off at a distant food stall. "But really, I don't want to keep you or interrupt your plans or anything. If you plan on leaving soon, then leave soon, Im not- you- I- I don't know." She shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're a bad liar." He smiled a bit. "I don't have plans, no. It sounds like you want me to stay so how about I stay?" He looked at her with a playful smile, finding the stuttering quite adorable.

"I am not a bad liar." Kitty huffed, glaring up at him. She smiled at him and nodded. "I mean, since you're so intent on staying, who am I to say no?" She teased. "But it does sound an awful lot like you just invited yourself over to my house." She quipped playfully.

He giggled at her glare, and the smile that followed. He softened his expression and tilted his head. He grinned and turned away. "You're right, it sounds like I have. But what about your plans? I take it the skirt isn't just here for fun, I wouldn't want to intrude." He said gently.

Kitty shook her head. "My plans aren't that big of a deal. Its later this evening anyway and it won't take long." She said dismissively. "You're not intruding at all, I'd love to have you over." She smiled. "I can make you food, and this time, I don't have to fix your wound! Sounds fun, doesn't it?" She teased.

He nodded quietly as she wuickly turned down his half question about her plans. "That would be lovely." He smiled at her sweetly, then rolled his eyes. "Ah yes, Crepes and pain was very good last time. Those crepes have yet to be best though." He giggled slightly.

"What can I say? Even my cooking is unforgettable." Kitty giggled. They were quickly approaching the end of the square, which led into a light, cobbled path and slowly dissipating buildings. "What would you like to do? We can go back to my house, go for a walk down one of the main streets, whatever you like." She suggested thoughtfully.

He giggled at her self-righteous claim of cooking. But he'd have to admit that she was right. He glanced around the public area. "How about we go around a main street and theeen back to your house." He suggested, looking at her in a sweet way.