Christine's eyes light up. No one has ever lifted her up and spun her around before. (Though, truthfully, her father did when she was little; she just can't remember it anymore.) Maybe it's the drink plus the atmosphere and the company, but she's feeling rather giddy.

"Winging it can be a dangerous thing. I must prepare myself. You should too." And then, impulsively, she gives him a quick peck on the cheek. "See? Were you prepared for that?"