"Oh, Buttercup, could I ask you to the movies?" Marinette asked her cutout magazine picture of Adrien. "We can hold hands in the buttery popcorn, lean on each other's shoulders at the romantic parts-"
"Yeah, I'm down," a voice said, as her trapdoor swung open. Marinette squeaked. Oh, catnip and sugar cookies! How long had her boyfriend been watching her? And here she was about to pucker up for a smooch.
"Adrien!" she gasped. "No, it's your lovable fur ball Cat Noir!" Marinette groaned. They knew who each other was without the masks now, but Marinette at times still needed practice about asking for dates.
"Can I ask you something?" Marinette tilted her head with curiosity as Adrien checked movie times. "Why do all the activities we do lately include napping, cookies, or sunlight?" Adrien looked up, shocked. "How dare you mock the sun spots! Do you know how hard it is to find good napping spots or cookies?"
Marinette glared. "That's because you snore and meow at the same time, and the cookies downstairs are for paying customers!" "True, true. But whenever I open the cookie lid jar, your there with a wooden spoon!"
Marinette's glare fell, replaced with a peal of laughter. "Call it a sixth sense. No, call it a Ladybug sense!" "My love, as much as my fondness for sunlight knows no ends, I love what you plan for us. Besides, there's a showing of Princess Diaries in a hour."
"So, Buttercup," Marinette sidled up to him. "Take me to the movies?" "Yes, on one condition. You buy the tickets, I'll buy the Starbucks."
"Why didn't I date you sooner?" Marinette took his hand, leading him downstairs. Adrien giggled. "Because my love, you were talking to a cutout!"