Yang's giving Blake a flat look at the tipsy part. "That wasn't what I meant, Blake." At least that got her over her initial hesitation and shyness.

"I meant...what I did. Y-you know." Why did it feel so hard to say? Perhaps because Yang was usually never the aggressor in such things, guys and girls always proposed to her first because she was always such an outgoing girl. She had the feel of one who wouldn't wait for people if they weren't ready.

The blonde clearly remembered all of last night, or at least was remembering more as she woke up, sipping on the tea in her hand as the words she said to Blake filtered through her hangover, and into the blush on her face.