"Well then why don't they call it that? Makes more sense" Pietro chuckled, "What's our theme gonna be? Oh I know 'masks', Hey, isn't that just a masquerade? Shhhhhh, Maassskkksss"

She laughed, "They just finished with figuring out the theme, I'm sure it will ACTUALLY be called a masquerade. Victoria likes to give you tinbits of infomation when she's working on something... Like little treats."

"Ah, figures the little princess would be on the committee," he commented, "is her prince charming helping out to?" by which of course he meant, Scott.

"...You know Paladin is my sister right?" She said referring to Victoria's nickname on the battlefield. "And she's actually Student body President... You know those pudding cups from the cafe you like so much?... That was her."

"Heaven forbid a world without pudding" Pietro rolled his eyes a little. Sure he liked it but it wasn't going to make him like Victoria. He paused, looking at Celeste, "... Look, I'm not going to start liking all the x-geeks just because we're dating" he flat out told her, "I'm sorry if that upsets you, but you know our history and you know who my father is. You've gotta know that sort of thing's not just gonna miraculously change."

"I know that. And I don't expect you to like them. I just want to make it clear there will be no sister bashing in my presence. Scott and the others are free game." She said calmly.

Pietro watched her silently for a moment before he nodded and smile, "deal. Which ones were your sisters again? The prissy-I mean kind hearted bit-witch-uuhhh... word for beautiful ladies?" he grinned a bit, clearly just poking fun.

"Bossy and clever?" She said with a smile. "Victoria, June, and Polly."

"Right. Well I don't have much choice on the June front" Pietro commented, "She's actually a half decent person. Which is weird because even though we sorta grew up together at a certain point, we never really... did anything together. She got home schooled and she never came outta her room when I got home"

Celeste sat and though for a moment... "That's odd. June was a bit of a loner but she couldn't see her locking herself away. Maybe she wanted you to have alone time with your Dad since she was there all day?" She thought out loud.

Pietro looked skeptical about that, "Well if that was her plan, it failed horribly. If he wasn't busy coaching her, he certainly wasn't spending any time with me."

Celeste shrugged, "I dunno, it was just a thought."

Pietro shrugged as well, "meh. You wanna head out?" he asked, "we still gotta get that thread"

Celeste pulled out some money and put it on the table. "Alright but... only if I get a kiss."

Pietro smirked, "Then come and catch me"

Celeste turned her head with a humph. "I don't think so. I have been giving you kisses and cuddles all this time till you finally came to your senses. I'm not chasing you anymore." She said pouting but in a playful way.

"Ah, is that how it is?" Pietro asked as he leaned in with a smirk playing on his lips. He moved mere centimeters from her lips.

Celeste felt her face flush and her eyes start to close, "Yes. >///<" She said shaking her head, "It's time you gave back mister."

"Is it?" Pietro's ice blue eyes gazed into her with a playful twinkle. He stayed close, just a breath away from her as his hand trailed up her arm lightly.

'No...no...stop doing what I've daydream of. x.x' Celeste felt her knees getting weak and swooned into him. "You win..." She whispered softly.

He planted the softest of kisses on her lips for just a second before pulling away again, "Good. Now common, the store's gonna close soon" he smirked.

Her mind was a blur. "Yes, Pietro chu..." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around him, ready to be zoomed away.

And in a flash they were headed on their way back, the world blurring around them again until Pietro finally set her down in front of the store. They had made it with five minutes to spare.

She was shivering, much like before but she was walking on air. She paid for the supplies and out the door they went, "I think you should take me home." She managed to said softly or somewhere warm.

At some point Pietro had zipped off and reappeared with a jacket that he wrapped around her shoulders, it was a silvery grey-clearly one of his own. "I guess it's getting kinda late" he agreed, though he didn't really want the evening to end. He'd been having a blast with her.