[There's the hint of a curl at the corner of her mouth with that. She... is used to it, in a manner of speaking? He had seemed a 'whackjob' from the moment she had met him, and doing a dance off hadn't exactly helped matters.

Yet it had worked. It should not have. The odds had been stacked against them, severely, but they had succeeded.

She assumes it is akin to being in a coma for years, then waking up. Scratch that. Lost and in a coma, where everyone thinks you are dead, until one day you aren't. Only add a doppelganger... who has dirty hair, apparently.]

I might, one day, but... not right now. How about we go to that store and see if there isn't something for you there?