"Definitely better," Cyril agreed, wrinkling his nose, "I think I'd rather just avoided pickled fish altogether." He let go of Piritta's hand briefly to pop a cinnamon raisin bagel in the toaster on the counter. After doing so he twined their hands back together, needing the point of contact. "We can do whatever you want Piri. But that does sound nice. A first date, I guess, huh?"