When Eleanor looked into it a little, this whole exchange would start to make a little more sense, but, at the moment, she just couldn't help but really, really wonder what type of quiz that could have been.

And, at the moment, she was much more distracted by the latter part of the last text than the first, with both a flutter in her chest and a brick dropping into her stomach.

The response was a little delayed, as Eleanor agonized for a few moments on exactly how she should probably response.

All that agonizing, just to end up with:

Sure. I'd like that. When were you thinking?