A Relaxing(?) Walk in the Park.

By the time Winnie came outside, she seemed to have had a talk to herself, trying to justify her acceptance of my offer. "I was planning on going to the park anyway," she told me, completely without prompting as we entered the park area. I gave her a confused look. I understood just fine, of course, but I wanted to trigger more of her tsundare behavior. Seeing my expression, she huffed, crossing her arms. "I'm just saying to not let it go to your head. It's not like I'm coming to the park just because you asked." Yep. She passed the test there.

Shrugging it off, I smiled. "Well, I'm glad you were planning on it anyway then. It's a happy coincidence," I replied. Her eyes refused to meet mine as we walked along side each other on the path. It was a crisp day, one that I had to wear a coat for. I noticed Winnie didn't seem bothered though. "Yeah...coincidence," she muttered with a nervous chuckle, as if afraid I'd call bullshit. I didn't, of course. "So, I'm guessing you're not a vegetarian, huh?" I joked, recalling the copious meat items she was purchasing.

Grunting, Winnie scowled. "What, just because I'm a girl I'm supposed to eat salad?" she snapped. "So I like meat. What's the big deal?" Again, she crossed her arms and turned her head away from me slightly (but not so much that she couldn't see what was in front of her). I wasn't sure if her outrage was faked or if she was sort of suggesting that I was calling her fat or unhealthy. ...she was a bit curvy, to be expected with a short stack.

That idea gave me the sudden mental image of walking through a minefield. "No big deal," I replied, trying to avoid triggering her further. "Just making an observation. Personally, I can't stand salads and stuff either. It kind of makes me gag a little."Her response surprised me.

Turning to me, eyes wide and filled with delight, she stopped walking. "I know, right?" Winnie nearly squealed. Clearly she was happy to meet someone who understood her...problem. Well, part of her problem anyway. "I don't know how people can eat that roughage. Are they humans or goats?" We laughed together for a bit before Winnie calmed down. "...sorry, people usually look at me weird when I say I don't eat salads. Always going on about 'eating your greens' and shit. Maybe if they didn't taste like a pile of leaves, I wouldn't be so against it."

"Don't worry about it, I'm right there with you on that," I assured her. With that, we resumed our walk.