Agatha gasped quietly when she saw the table set up. She glanced over at Barrel, who avoided her gaze and ambled nervously about the room.She was simultaneously amused and touched at this display of his softer side.

She made a point to smile encouragingly at him when he finally worked up the courage to officially begin the evening by pulling her chair out for her. "Stuffed toadstools? Sounds delicious!" 

The young witch took a moment to calculate whether wine would be appropriate. Obviously her aunts wouldn't have a problem with it -- they had taken it upon themselves to ensure she had an appreciation for quality alcohol a long time ago -- but for a first date? Finally she nodded. "Wine would be lovely, thank you."