Mable huffed.  "Well, I think I was very nice to you last night too, considering the circumstances!  God knows I could have been a whole lot meaner, but I wasn't.  Count your blessings!"

Without waiting for a response, Mable splashed back to dry ground, salty water flying off of her as she shook herself from head to toe.

"Go on then, you lead the way.  You know where he is, right?  Since you like him so much."  Her teasing was light, and she spoke with a wide smile, hands clasped under her chin like she was ogling.  "Are you gonna take him on a date?  He likes picnics and flowers.  But then, who doesn't?  Oh, and he really doesn't like sweets, so don't get him candy, but if you have to, get him lemon flavors.  Any more questions?"