Xaviers!

You can do this Bro.

Tosh cleared his throat and straightened his nervous posture. "Will you be girlfriend?"

Haley gave Tosh a wide friendly smile without any hints of her typical mischievousness, "I would like that a lot. You're a really great guy. You sure you're willing to put up with someone as high-maintenance as me?"

He smiled broadly. "I like you a lot, so yeah. If you can put up with my colossal dorkiness."

"Only because you're cute," she teased, the mischievous twinkle back in her eyes.

"So where's my first present?"

"That would be telling," he smirked. Presents! Nobody said anything about presents!

"Told you I was high maintenance," she grinned.

She was kidding. ...Right?

What have you gotten yourself and your wallet into young man?

"I assumed you meant, like, emotionally," he chuckled.

"You think I'm emotionally high maintenance?!" she said with mock indignation.

It was mock, right?

"What? N-no! I... you said..." he stammered, turning red.

I think she's just messing with us Bro.

"Sorry," she smiled a bit bashfully, grabbing his hand under the table. "I should stop trying to break your brain."

Haley scooted closer and looked up at Tosh, leaning up towards his face. "I'll make it up to you later," she smiled, closing the distance and kissing him.

After the kiss, he dreamily said "... I need my brain... right?"

"Yes," she giggled. "Once I turn into a zombie, I need something tasty to eat."

"You'd be the hottest zombie in town," he said, and after a beat added, "That came out really weird, didn't it?."

"Nah. It's okay. I guess I can stop showering and stuff, and smell like a rotting zombie for you, since you're into it."

He made a face. "Yeah. No. Eww."

"You're right. I do always smell like sunshine and vanilla."

"Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows," he nodded sagely.

"Well, cutie, do you want to keep dancing? Go get food....Or should we see if we can convince your roommate to go somewhere else for a few hours?" she grinned devilishly.

"The latter," he smirked.

Ahem

"After food?" he asked with an embarrassed chuckle.

"I'll be hungrier after we...work out," she smirked.

Dude. So conflicted right now.

"You make a compelling argument," he grinned.

"Call your roommate and get him out of there, then," she grinned wickedly, "if you're a good boy we can order whatever food you want and I'll even buy."