Richard smirked slightly. "Just call me Richard Miss Moncur." He held out his arm, awaiting to accompany her inside the house. After everyone was finished picking, that is. For now he would just guide her around the medium-sized patio.

Dominic blushed slightly as he saw a girl point at him. He never was good around girls, not once in his life. And now he was going to be the servant of one? Dominic shook himself a little, trying to get the thoughts out of his head. He smiled at the girl, then watched as everyone but him was chosen. "Fantastic." He thought, rubbing his hands up and down his muscular arms. Why did it have to be so cold? And why did he wear this flimsy t-shirt?