There we go. That's a little bit better. To continue his annoying confidence, he reaches over to pull the gummi worms from the bag, opening it wide enough so he can get one for himself, held in his teeth, and tip it for Teto to easily pick one out, too.

"Yeah... I think so." Which is embarrassing, and hopefully he can pass the pink off as the colder November temperature. "I'd want her to be happy, not hold her back. It doesn't change all we've done together, either."