“You ride well, but you don't kiss nicely at all.”
“You must be this tall," I said, leveling my hand well above his stocky height, "to ride this ride." I blew him a kiss and kept walking.”
“That kiss was really nice you know before you...bit me, but it was still nice.”
“need a ride?””Of course we need a ride!” Scarlett screamed at him. “Are you stupid?”“That would be nice, thank you,” I said smoothly”
“You kissed me because you were awfully nice and I was awfully nice and we both liked kissing very much. It was inevitable.”
“Well,' I shrug, all innocent, 'we all ride our little hobbyhorses, don't we, Mr. Peel?”