"I wanted to." That brooked no argument; of course she would send him something and it was just an accepted fact. "But I know you aren't blushing because of what I sent. If you harbored a secret crush on me, I would totally know it." She eyed him for a moment, wanting to push and yet knowing that he wouldn't necessarily appreciate it, even from her. "Well, I would like to know," she finally said, cheeky, "but I'm patient. I can outwait you. Speaking of secret crushes though...does it seem out of left field that Webster asked me to the dance?"