"Good morning, Olaf," Elsa said as he walked into the boathouse.
"Hello, Elsa," he replied, rubbing his eyes.
"Not enough sleep last night?" Elsa asked.
"Yes, but don't get any ideas," Olaf snapped.
"Trust me, I won't," Elsa smirked. "What did happen last night, then?"
"Pretty stupid, the smoke alarm went off three times after midnight. Nothing wrong, not even someone burning dinner."
"You made it sound like you thought I was going to guess you were on some exciting date."
Olaf laughed. "I think the last big date I had was in high school, the time they tried setting me on a date with you."
"Oh no, I'd forgotten all about that!" Elsa laughed. "I mean, it was a nice evening in the end, I think."
"Once we figured out that neither of us had the idea," Olaf added.
"I was so nervous when I thought it was your idea! I had so many lines in my head on how to let you down easy…"
Olaf nodded his head vigorously. "I was just confused."
"That's not surprising." Elsa giggled.
"Elsa, that's mean!" Olaf said, almost laughing.
"Sorry, Olaf."
"So, Elsa," Olaf began.
"What?"
"Have you been on any dates since then?"
Elsa paused. "I don't think so?"
"You don't think so?"
"Nobody stopped to ask if it was a date."
"Then how do you know you weren't on a date?"
"It's not a date unless I say it is," Elsa declared.