[Well when she doesn't hit him, Krillin stands up, and nods. He does understand what she's saying. He was more or less just sort of reeling from the question, the bombardment of information, and basically everything else that's been thrown at him in the last hour or so.

But what she's saying makes sense. Complete sense. And it's something he learned with Marron, too.]

Fine then.

[He crosses his arms over his bare chest, looks her right in the face, and for just a minute he's silent, studying her with a rather determined look. Because hell, he may as well just say it. Worst she can say is no, and then he'll just try again in a few weeks.]

Eighteen. When things settle down a bit more and I figure out just what the heck is going on with this Luceti business, let's go out to dinner. Just you and me.