It seemed this writing hobby was something he put a great deal of work into, something serious, she was even more curious now. At least as a kid he had never been particularly emotive. This writing was surely most illuminating. "Well if you'd ever like, I'd love to read something you wrote. Merlin knows you sat through 500 versions of that piano concerto I tried to write in 6th year. It'd be my pleasure to return the favor." She smiled a little trying to pad her offer so he'd know there was room to be bad at it without much judgement, though knowing him he was probably quite proficient.
"Ohhhh hazelnut dacquoise sounds excellent," she lamented as she happily plunged her spoon into the cake. She laughed at whatever his silly attempt at sounding like some kind of common folk was. It was bad but at least he wasn't too high on his horse to laugh. Her eyes flickered to his when he mentioned a second date and she smiled a little before she delicately slid her spoon into her mouth. "It's not bad for Dublin tourist food," she commented with a little shrug before smirking. The cake was in fact quite good and soon she learned the apple crumble was as well.
He surprised her, talking about how he'd like to take her for a walk on the beach. That seemed very....romantic. No one had taken her for a walk on the beach, certainly not Clive. Prettier in the morning? Immediately something scandalous popped into her mind. Why in the world would she be at the coast of Ireland for a sunrise unless she'd spent the night? Of course he wasn't suggesting something like that. Was he? Not now but perhaps later the door to such an idea was open in his mind. She couldn't help but laugh at the phrasing 'geriatric niche interests', how could it get more old man than flower breeding? But what he said, she wasn't sure if it was the hobby he was referring to or something entirely different, but it was far more lovely than anything she'd expected.
It was a far more romantic notion than anything she'd ever done before. Her mind's eye began to work, sand and rocks surrounded by green cliffs rising from the sea, the early morning pink sky, the wind whipping through their hair, writing their wishes into the sand and standing waiting watching the waves lap against the shore. Did they run from the tide laughing trying to avoid the icy waters or embrace the cold and squeal as it lapped over their ankles and chilled them? Maybe both. Did they stand, his arm around her, keeping her close to shelter her from the cool? Never before had she envisioned such a scenario with Declan O'Dwyer. It was an odd thing to think about him in such a light, she'd never have considered it before this week, but she like the idea much more than she ever thought she would. She smiled her gaze still a little distant as she thought about it.
An hour ago she'd been unsure this was even an actual date so she was a little taken aback by the idea of this gesture even though she found the idea of it extremely appealing. She wondered if he'd meant something so romantic seeming or even realized how romantic it all sounded. How could he not? "I'd like that, very much," she said looking across the table at him realizing that the little nervous butterflies in her stomach were fluttering again. She wasn't sure why it was a little embarrassing but she found herself unable to maintain his gaze and smiling coyly she glanced down at their desserts for a moment before looking back up at him. "Though, I suppose, I must be absolutely sure I can trust you with my most secret wishes." Her tone was playful and she couldn't help the smile she had had the other night in his lab, the one that made her cheeks sore. "Are you quite sure you can keep them secret?" arching her eyebrow she ladled another large bite of crumble and ice cream onto her spoon. "I think you could fund Viridian Paris with the money disclosing these wishes to Witch Weekly would fetch you," she was teasing, he didn't need the money, smirking as she slowly slid her spoon between her lips and back out again before elegantly setting it down to declare herself quite done with sweets.
"I guess we'll find out soon if you can keep a secret or if you're going to sell me out to the tabloids in the morning," she said as she reached for the wrist-let she'd laid aside during the meal. "I think, if I'm going to dance soon, I best stop with the desserts. I would like to touch up in the ladies before we depart. I promise to be quick." Rising from her seat she smoothed the front of her dress and walked away from the table, she could feel the eyes in the room following her. She wanted to look back at him just to look at him and see if he was watching her walk across the dining room like the other men in were but she resisted the urge. It gave her a sense of excitement, that she even cared. She was used to being noticed, having men fawn over her, she never wanted to look back at them and make sure they were admiring her from afar.
Once refreshed, lip stick touched up, nose blotted she returned to the table, again feeling the eyes following her, but as soon as he came into view across the room she hardly noticed anything but the little nerves in her stomach that reappeared. Sinking elegantly back into her chair she smiled at him. "Can I be honest?" she didn't wait for him to respond, "I'm a little nervous about the pub - in a good way. Promise you won't let me make any faux pas? I wouldn't want people to think I'm there to judge them or look silly. I suppose it's just a normal pub right? I'm sure I can manage that if it's like Leaky Cauldron or similar." her nerves were evident but she was clearly excited and eager to embrace the Dublin evening.