[Mint Juleps. She thanks him, sighs and leans against him. This is the touchy portion of the evening. Not that she's not normally fairly touchy.]

I could burn a torch...carry a torch. I could carry a torch and make an altar in my closet. You never know, Harry. [She's teasing. She wouldn't. Probably. I mean she did when she was in high school but didn't everyone at one time? That's normal. Right?]

Other what's to choose from? Boys? Or options? And what options are we talking or boys for that matter. Are you trying to pimp me out, Harry? Yes. Drunk. I like drunk. It's fun.