Lying in the grass at renfair, looking at the person I'm on a date with:
Them: What?
Me: You're pretty.
Them: You're a dork.
Me: Are you surprised? I'm a romance writer and you're covered in body glitter.
Them: Guess my make up wasn't a complete waste of time. It's a twilight moment.
Then we watched men on horses hit each other with sticks (the joust).