It takes a moment for Essie to realize that she should actually, like, take the roses that Jeffy's holding out. And really, what's wrong with her, a Junior Jay should snatch any candy presented to them on sight. She's still standing on her chair when she takes them, expression shifting between confused and nervous and grinning. There's a lot of teeth going on.

Uhhh, but the good news is that Jeffy's not saying anything else romantic like he had been when they'd been alone in that last closet, so Essie can kind of start breathing again. "That's big talk comin' from a varmint like you," she drawls, like, way less cooly than she normally would, and her cheeks are burning, but she's not melting into the floor or even making an attempt to try to, so this is all going pretty well.

Then she hops off her chair and pokes him in the chest with the plastic stems of a dozen chocolate roses, and adds, with a wink, because Estella de Ville is still way way cooler than Essie ever is, "But I'd sure like to see you try."