[She succeeds spectacularly, because his face falls even more as it looks less and less likely that she's up for it. He might explode. He's on the very cusp.]
Oh, good.
[He breathes in relief, shaking his head. He even laughs a little, giving her his crooked-jawed-grin.]
[Spam]
Oh, good.
[He breathes in relief, shaking his head. He even laughs a little, giving her his crooked-jawed-grin.]
I thought you were going to say you hate them.