[You know, he's gone over how to do this probably a dozen times, now. Went through at least two dozen plans that involved chocolates, flowers, even a stuffed animal at one point.

But in the end, this is all that's coming out: ]

Hey, Tex, uh-- I need to get away from Tweedle-Me and Tweedle-douche. There's a restaurant in downtown Heropa, but they completely fucking misheard me and marked me down for two.

[Church that is legitimately the worst excuse ever]

So uh. Heropa. Six o'clock. [.....] Maybe wear something that's not your armor.

[Smooth, Church. Smooth.]