“Okay,” she says, making an exaggerated ‘O’ shape with her mouth when she does.

Whatever she’d expected, somehow those things weren’t it. She knows she is good at the flirting and the banter, but the rest? She’s utterly clueless. So, it’s kind of nice to know maybe she’s not fucking up too much so far.

She snorts a laugh, “Ohmygod, you are terrible,” but she can’t really stop laughing either. So it’s obviously not too bad.