[Don't make her start fidgeting, Lance. She'll do it. On top of her cheeks burning red. She'll do that leg shaking thing (which would have the added bonus of setting off the lights in her sneakers) and everything.]

Wow, I'm not toothless. I can do both. I'll just have to alternate.

[And then her eyes drop back to his hands, watching as the ribbon finally falls apart.] ...Of course, first you have to actually take me to the fair. If you ever get around to that.