Francis' rambling brought a smile back slowly onto Mable's face.  She leaned forward a bit, trying to see more of his face.

"Do you want to marry him?  Because it sounds an awful lot like you do, Francis!"  Her hands burst up through the water and she clapped them against her face.  "Oh my goodness, you were kissing!  That's disgusting!  He was drunk, you pig!  You know, I thought so because your faces were so red and then you went into the hallway again - did you kiss in the hallway too?  Francis, you are not very good at keeping secrets at all!  You are the least subtle person I have ever met, ever!"  She laughed, throwing her head back in delight.