"Doesn't mean you have to be if you don't want to be." He says cheerfully as he tucks his handkerchief back where it came from. Gosh it was hot out here for some reason, or perhaps it was just his face. The gratitude just makes him smile. How funny what a simple word could do. The heat was sinking in right through his skin and into his chest-- and he had to take a bit of ice cream to cool off-- and also to hide the smile a little.

"Do you mean swapsies kind of bother or stabbing them in the face and tossing them over the side kind of bother."