Oh, come on. How about the time there was this boy who I'd heard only liked tall girls, so I started wearing platform shoes all the time? I thought I was sooooo smart, pulling that off, but then I just kept tripping over my own feet all the time — and it turned out he didn't even care whether a girl was tall anyway!

[She rubs her cheek against his shoulder, affectionate and nuzzling in an almost catlike way. It's Cordis, and her scent is starting to permeate the air along with her lightening mood, lending the faint tang of citrus to the surrounding vicinity.]

You really think you'd freak me out, huh...well, okay. How? What do you think would scare me so bad?