Saves them for last

With the buckets of gunge he was more traditional, splashing a little in her face, pouring a majority of it just over her head, before trailing the rest over and under her dress as he continued walking circles around her – he liked the idea she couldn't see what he was doing, or better yet anticipate what was about to happen to her.

“did you enjoy the gunge?” he asked, attempting to get a conversation going again as if this was just a natural activity to be doing on their first date

“well, it was still a little warm so like I said, that kinda feels nice..erm, I liked when you were stroking me and..” she was blushing enough now that it was even visible under the mess “I like when you were playing with my hair” that was something he would have to make a mental note of.

“now for the pies, any suggestions?”