Dan brings -- you guessed it -- craft service food to the roof. Serena's like, "Whoa! You're still here?" She's happy to see him. He apologizes, again, for judging her, again, and she stupidly apologizes for having "given him a reason to." Shut up, Serena. She hops around for a second and then tells him to ask her out again. Aww, she's so sweet. They're really sweet, if you forget the gross stuff. Like Dan would ever let you: "How about you actually show up?" Serena nods, goes, "Okay," pushes him off the roof and he falls thirty stories to a grisly death, and she tears into that craft services meal because she's been on heels all day, then treats herself to an afternoon at the spa. I'm kidding! "Okay. No drama, no disruptions. I promise." He throws one hand up to his forehead and screams, so she quickly unpromises, because beautiful women are untrustworthy and must be tamed. He names a time and place: Friday, at eight. Blair appears out of nowhere: "I think we can agree to those terms, but you can't wear those shoes. Mmm...or that hair." Serena blurts, "Blair!" but it's clear from the look Blair and Dan exchange that they're cool right now, and it's very cute. Serena kisses Dan on the cheek (Blair: "Ew!" A bit much, Blair) and he takes off, floating on air.