"So! What a day we've had. Last night together, huh. Are we going to make a big deal of it or not? I'd say yes if I were you." Robin grinned as she served their dinner, which was fish fillet for the lady and a nice, juicy portion of steak for the gentleman.
"Hell yes we are." He replied, grinning back at her. "With, maybe like, five candles and some wine."
"Well you're in luck because I've got just that. Actually, I have six candles, so would you like all of them lit and arranged?"
"Five please. I like that number."
"Alright."
"Plus are you really going to be drinking that bottle of wine with me? I mean, it seems like it's pretty good stuff and you'd probably just want to share it with Luke or something." He said, lighting the candles. "Not like you're ever going to have an occasion more special than this, but I'm just suggesting."
"It's cool, I'll just pick up another bottle tomorrow afternoon when you're a thousand miles up in the air." She replied, in a matter of fact way.
"I mean, you have one bottle of wine right now."
"Honestly? I don't mind sharing." She shrugged. "Now pass me that lighter before you burn down the apartment. My landlady is already going to be so mad at me for lighting candles in here. She hates fire." She whispered, peering at him from the corner of her eye as he handed her the lighter.
"Probably because when she's near one the ice in her heart melts and she doesn't like that," he quipped, chuckling.
She returned a hearty laugh and reached for the bottle of wine that had stood in her cupboard for a while now.
"Can you pass me the glassware, Barney?"
"Yep, right here." He gestured at her as he passed her the wine glasses.
"Thanks," she smiled, placing them on the table and filling them with wine. "Well! That's all we've got. Pretty 'fancy' setup." She said, gesturing air-quotation marks with her fingers.
"This is great." He remarked, not wanting her to feel bad for the lack of preparation she had. "Really."
"Really?" She asked.
"Honestly, it's just a meal. It's good." He reassured her, putting his hand on hers.
"Well, I don't know, it's our last meal together after all." She shrugged, tucking her hand back on her lap.
"Gee! You make it sound like one of us is dying." Barney smirked. "It's not our last meal together, 'last' as in… The final meal we're ever going to have in eternity."
Shooting him a look that went from a false anger to a smile, Robin shook her head. "Shut up and eat your dinner, Barney. You've got loads to pack tonight."