Heathcliff twirls his very fake mustache in very fake contemplation and grins. "Well. All the ways to make out are good ways. But. When she jumps into your arms and you get to hold her up and close to you and everything might be the best. Unless she does it without warning and you don't catch her, I guess." He's maybe thinking of his first time playing Seven Minutes with Fern. He hadn't actually dropped her but she'd surprised him and it had...been a possibility.