In this dress? was Kay's first thought, and a suspiciously prim and girly one at that, but she was already envisioning the inn owner's horror when she returned the dress with smudges. And roof bits. And dirt.

She was never going to take her regular outfit for granted ever again. Or wear something like this on another date. ... With 777, she reminded herself. That was the next one.

"I'm fine," she assured Johan, crossing her arms over her chest and nodding for emphasis. Sure, maybe the temperature had dropped a bit, but this felt like a California night so far. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Not that she even knew he was concerned about that, since sitting down was synonymous to her legs being tired to her, and Kay's energy level scarcely allowed that to happen. "Go on."