"I just see the truth of things," Lucas replies, thinking he sounds very mystical as he looks skyward, almost prayerful. But then he's turning his smirk back on Bash and bumping against him. "Don't put me in a home or anything."

He looks Bash over, amused. An extra three inches still leaves three inches of separation. It's enough to... Lucas hesitates, gaze flicking up and then down before he settles on planting a kiss, quick and affectionate, on his boyfriend's forehead.

"True," he drawls afterward, considering. He dips his chin, leveling a sheepish smile at Bash. "Empire's...where it's at, though." But, double secret expulsion, however tempting, can wait. They need to have a Date, first, at least. And that thought sort of unsettles everything in Lucas' chest all over again. He clears his throat. "Do you, um, know what you want to get? Milkshake for sure, right?"