If Sybil knew his thoguhts she would cancel the entire evening, embarassed and ashamed. Thankfully she does not, though she imagines that his are similar to hers, and did wonder about the general propriety of the thing. In the end, though, she was convinced, and now she is excited as she opens the door to him with a smile.

Perhaps purposely she's worn a conservative sweater and cardigan and a long tweed skirt that flares and reaches nearly her ankles. Her only affectation is a pair of strappy heels that would be inappropriate outside in this weather but that she enjoys a great deal. Her hair tucked up as best as she can manage in a series of curls and rolls, and she almost feels as if this is a date like any other they have been on.

"Welcome," she says as she kisses him lightly on the cheek, pulling the door back for him to come in. "I'm afraid I don't have anything too exciting planned. I've been convinced that popcorn and a movie are much of a tradition for most."