... Was that an invitation? It had sounded like one, but surely even Johan wouldn't propose just drifting off on top of somebody's house in borrowed clothing as a way to end a date!

Because if he was, then either she'd underestimated him or she'd rubbed off on him. For all she knew, he could have just been agreeing to do this on the way back... but she wasn't the type to let a good opportunity go to waste, and it wasn't like there was a whole lot to do in this tiny town except stare down the well or get lost in the forest. Been there, done that. Either way--

"If we're trying it tonight," she commented innocently, "I'm at least changing my clothes first. This is too pretty for me." And by pretty, she meant white, lacy, and all too susceptible to all sorts of dirt, smudges, stains, and tears.