[ A thoughtful hum comes from Cloud as he folds his arms in thought, mindful of his pretzel in his hand still. If Weiss was being a little much, the thought hasn't quite crossed his mind. Maybe it's the subtle aroma of Cordis pheromones that draw himself to her, still aware of himself but none the wiser to how little or how much she's done...but he doesn't think he's ready to end the day yet. It's too early for that. And...

If be were being truthfully honest, even if it wasn't something he'd admit aloud so easily, Cordis didn't have to be around to sway his choice. Which is why after taking a smaller bite of his own cinnamon raisin pretzel, he'll slide it back into the little paper bag it came in to start scrolling through his device. ]

Guess we better fix that.

[ He's stopped walking by this point, mindful of anyone passing them by as he continues to tap and press little things on the touch screen. By this point, he's become pretty smooth with the tech around here. Sure as hell was an upgrade over the flip phones of old. Cloud's face lights up a tinge when he finds what he wants, focusing his attention back to the Cordis-blessed huntress. ]

You got two options. [ Two-way street! He's laying out the map for her, so to speak. ] We can hit up the PrismaPlace arcade- [ since from time to time he drops in for some games, ] -or...

Looks like the evening showtimes start in about 30 minutes...