Ethan eyed Tillstorm incredulously. Yes, he knew what she asked.. he just didn't think she could possibly be serious.. or maybe she just wasn't well-versed in what proper dates were like. Pity. Anyone would know that the perfect date had nothing to do with detention, the dungeons, or hanging out with two teachers.. one of whom was far too uptight. And of course, she repeated the question.. so he felt the need to answer it. Though he was sure she wouldn't like this answer any better..

"That's because there isn't a way to make this the perfect date.. not unless you were to let us leave.. or you left. Detention isn't exactly a conducive environment for a date." Did she really need him to explain that to her? Apparently so as she felt the need to ask him twice. His eyes then snapped to Minerva as she did seem to think they could actually have a date in the dungeons. Sigh. What exactly was making her so abnormally happy? Well, what was about the ice cream was probably a better question. He really needed to get her some help.. too bad the Healer was more focused on punishment than her mental health.. but maybe he could help her to open her eyes.

He slowly turned towards the direction of the conjured table and chairs, staring at them for a moment before walking over and sitting at the instruction. Ethan started to wonder what this "date" was going to entail when his eyes widened in horror to see the bowl of ice cream appear on the table. Uh.. just.. no. His eyes were so intently focused on that bowl of ice cream that he didn't really notice his flowers on the table or much of anything else until he heard Tillstorm speak. What did Minerva want on her ice cream??

His eyes snapped back to the school Healer. That wasn't going to be her punishment, was it? To make her mental state worse?? That couldn't be it.. "NO.." he started adamantly, shaking his head. "She can't eat anymore ice cream.. there's something wrong with it.. something in it.."