The bar was noisy and and over crowded, but Owen maneuvered the two of them through the crowd, to a table tucked into the back corner that offered at least some semblance of privacy.

They sat down across from each other; Gwen staring at Owen, and Owen staring down into his drink, determinedly avoiding eye contact. They sat like this for a while, in silence, until Gwen finally spoke up.

"What's going on Owen?"

"I need your advice on something."

"Yes, you said that already. Advice on what, exactly?"

"It's Tosh. I think I like Tosh, ok!" Owen admitted hurriedly.

Gwen assumed a knowing, yet guarded expression. "Look, Owen, you can't just 'think' you like Tosh. Before you do anything, you have to be sure. You have no idea how hard it's been on her to have to watch you go through woman after woman with all your one night stands. But I do, she confides in me, and she is my best friend. If you break her heart, I will not hesitate to break a couple of your bones."

"I know! I know! I was a complete arse before! I screwed up. But now I want to make things right. When she almost died in that weevil attack I finally realized how stupid I've been. Imagining a world without was just unbearable. I want this more than anything."

"You realize this isn't going to be simple, right? You can't just do one big romantic gesture and be done with it. You're going to have to prove it every minute of every day if you want to convince her that your feelings are real."

"I know" Owen said quietly. He ran a hand through his nervously, taking another sip of his drink.

"As long as you realize that, I'm willing to help you."

"Really?" Owen looked up at her, with hope in his eyes.

"Yes, just remember, if you hurt her, I hurt you."

"I know, I know." Owen raises both of his hands in acknowledgement of the threat.

Gwen leaned forward, elbows on the table, resting his chin on clasped hands. "So," she smiles, "what ideas do you have so far?"

"Absolutely none. I tried surprising her by putting roses all over her desk but I kind of screwed that up..."

"How the hell do you screw? It's so simple."

"I may have or may not have asked her if she wanted to go snog in the file room again after she discovered the roses..."

Gwen shook her head in amazement at his stupidity, "wait, snog again? What do you mean, again?"

"Well...I kind of kissed her in the file room the other day..."

"Oh, Owen, you didn't?!" Gwen shook her head purposefully. "If you really want to prove to Tosh that you've changed, you can't just go around trying to shove your tongue down her throat!"

"Well sooooorry! I'm a little new at the whole wooing thing, gosh." He huffed, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. "The thing is, I get really nervous whenever I see her and I just blurt things out without thinking."

"You just need to remember to think before you speak." Gwen rolled her eyes. "Now, wooing ideas ... hmmm" she murmurs, leaning forward and looking thoughtfully out into space.

"Oh! I've got it!" Owen jumped as Gwen suddenly broke the long silence.

He leaned forward eagerly. "What's the plan?"