She suggests the Tunnel of Love

"Well, I mean we could check out one of the other rides. Let's see what's nearby," you posit.

You and Alison walk up to the nearest map, looking for nearby attractions. Before you can get a sense of where you are, Alison points at a location on the map a few inches from the "You Are Here" marker.

"The Tunnel of Love?" you ask, reading the label under her finger. "Aren't those things kind of sappy?"

"Well, this one looks like a place where two people like us could have some ... fun," she says with a wink and a smirk.

You don't really need much more convincing than this, but you pretend to mull it over for a moment.

"Pleeeease, John?" Alison has adopted her infamous pair of puppy-dog eyes that have driven you to make reckless decisions several times.