Go with Ceilidh

You shake you're head, unsure what to even say, and briskly follow Ceilidh further down the street. More crude suggestions follow in your wake and it's only once the sparse traffic drowns out the hoarse voice that you stop and try to process that weird-ass situation.

"Wow." you say with the eloquence befitting your craft. Ceilidh giggles girlishly and leans against your arm - she's apparently quite relieved you stuck with her.

"What? Haven't tried that before?" she teases, the crooked grin once more plastered on her tanned face.

"Not really, no." you answer, still a bit uncomfortable, "That's generally not a thing that happens where I'm from."

"What? Really?" Ceilidh's eyes are big, blue and innocent? "How's it different?"

"Err.." you hesitate, not sure how to put it but Ceilid just laughs and nudges you.

"I'm joshing, silly! We get internet here, and tv."

You laugh slightly awkwardly but keep your eyes ahead. Despite Ceilidh's geniality, the older woman's warning about her sticks with you. You gaze over at the brunette, currently chatting about her favorite tv-character and wonder if you should bring it up - you're not sure how she'd take it, but on the other hand maybe you could come to some sort of agreement.