She examines him for a moment. It's one thing to drink far too much tequila and maybe-almost-kiss; it's another entirely to wander arm-in-arm down the street to pick up supplies for a dinner together. This is starting to seem more and more like a date -- or, possibly, a date in reverse -- and Veronica's not sure what to think about that.

Well, it's just a couple of blocks, right? A couple of blocks never hurt anyone. To her mind, still buzzing as it is, this makes sense.

She slips her arm into his, and smiles. "Sounds perfect."