[ Molly looks momentarily surprised, unsure of what to say, but certain she has to say something. Things in this place have been arguably bizarre, lacking in her full understanding, and perhaps this 'date' is no exception.

Smiling, she holds out her hands in something of a shrug, at a loss, but not beyond trying. ]

Well, you said you'd be in white, but I guess it's gotta be, don't it? But, uh. You don't mean date-date, do ya?

[ Call her old fashioned or maybe just not worldly enough, but Molly doesn't exactly swing that suggested direction. Still, there's a certain gentleness in her town, like she's not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings. It helps that her Minnesota accent means she sounds like she couldn't (or wouldn't) hurt a fly. ]