[ This is the point where she should say yes, of course she does, where she should slink across the room with perfect poise and tell him exactly what sort of ideas she has -- but instead her smile catches, wobbles and then before she can stop herself, Yuuri dissolves into giggles. ]

I, um-- I should actually be honest and say I hadn't thought this far ahead.

[ She's still fidgety -- fiddling with the hem of the babydoll, lacing her fingers together, anything to keep her hands busy while she stands there. She wishes she could be as brazen and confident as this little plan had made her feel, if just for a moment.

But then she huffs out a sigh and gives him a smile. Somehow... somehow she doesn't think he minds as much as she does.

Yuuri crosses the room with slow steps but it doesn't take her all that long before she's stood right in front of him. Her smile might be nervous, but there's something a little coy to it under all that. ]

But... that's fine, right? We can... come up with something in the meantime.