“More snazzy than it is practical, I’m afraid.”

"Isn't that always the way."

“Hmmm. I dunno, you seem really snazzy and amazingly practical.”

"But I don't have a wizard tower or my own space station, so I'm not as snazzy as I could be."

“Neither is a volcano lair! The space station option is much snazzier.”

"On balance I think I agree with you, now that I think to compare them directly."

“Volcanoes are cool, but—space.”

"Alas that our powers have basically no applicability for going to space."

“Until I locate a space monster.”

"Dungeons almost invariably have air! There might be spaceworthy monsters but it'll take a lot of looking."

“If…hm. Actually, if we got spacesuits and a monster that’s, like, really good at navigation, maybe you could fly us up to a space station…no, we’d have to jam the both of us into one suit for guiding purposes.”

"I can't keep up flight that long and also can't fly in very open air far away from things."

“Sorry, I want to be really clear that that wasn’t a serious suggestion.”

"Gotcha." Their pasta is dwindling. Haru catches a waiter's eye and makes a box gesture.

“Oh, are we not getting dessert?”

"Oh, well, if you're still hungry I wouldn't dream of denying you dessert..."

“I think the dessert I want isn’t served here.”

"Then maybe we will have to go somewhere else." He boxes their leftovers briskly and taps his phone on the waiter's doohickey.

She takes his arm again as they leave.

"You wanna fly to my house?"

“I would love to.”

Scoop! Up up and away! He has to look where he's going, but only occasionally, and can sneak a kiss or two without being in any danger of crashing.

Ee! Ee! Eeeeeee!!!

It's not that just being with Haru isn't inherently romantic. She really really likes him. But flying in his arms with kiss-stealing is so romantic. Her brain is filled with bubbly cartoon hearts. 

"You're so pretty," he informs her. "You are pretty and also I like you a lot."

"You are also really pretty and I like you so much."