[Caesar just barely restrains himself from rolling his eyes- at this rate his eyeballs are going to fall from his skull from Jojo's wearying antics. He knew the nosy shit- er, his dear bfff would inspect the picnic basket so he'd naturally done the honors of shielding the rest of the surprise with his trusty bubble.

But...as grumpy and antsy as the Joestar clearly was, not to mention impatient, Caesar knew the younger man was pleased by the preparations and that in turn pleased Caesar immensely. Great impression despite all the shit talk: In the bag! Why, he was damn near puffing up his feathers with pride, dammit.]

Romantic candles? Don't get ahead of yourself: that's not until the fifth date. You've no idea how to use those properly at this point. But you're right...class is in session starting now. [And with a wink and a grin, a feeling he couldn't identify making his chest grow warm, he turned on his heel, grabbed his keys, and headed for the door.]

Come along, Little Jojo.