I would. I take her to a tea house. She has to drive to the avenue though, because I don't have a car. We park somewhere nearby and walk the distance to the tea house. The avenue is wide and not many cars pass by. Most people park away from it so they can walk through the gardens and window shop. Yukari tries to show me she's not the typical girl and tries her hardest not to pay attention to what's on display in the shop's windows, but then she sees a cute purple frilly dress and all her efforts would go to waste as she instinctively runs towards the window and gawks at the dress. She realizes what she's just done and jumps back, startled, her face as red as Chen's dress. She apologizes and I smile and tell her not to worry.
We finally reach the tea house. The smell of cooked pastry blends with the various tea herbs on display. The waiters dress sharply and carry themselves with pomp, in a salon of wooden pavement and restored Victorian-era furniture: comfy pillowed chairs and tables covered with embroidered cloth. Such refined atmosphere has made this tea house famed as the most refined shop in town. Luckily I made a reservation the day before so we don't need to wait for a table. We sit down and make our orders. I ask for croissants and many different types of jam to spread on them, with lemon tea on the side. Yukari asks for black tea and nothing else. She notices my puzzled look and, reaching one hand to her chest, she proudly states she's on a diet. I carelessly tell her she looks great the say she looks and that she needs no diet. Her proud, sure exterior breaks as the hand on her chest moves to her face to cover her blushing. She stutters a thank you while I smile at her reaction, finding it cute but clueless to why she did it.