[Their silly banter is quick to have her giggling again, muffled only for a moment with her hand before she tugs the sun dress that had almost been forgotten over her head.]

True, true. Well, if he's as polite and gentlemanly as you are, maybe he's welcome! After all, it's not like you've asked me if he's invited yet. Fair's fair, right?

[There's a soft rustling as she does a little spin, looking over her shoulder into the mirror to see how the dress twirls. Beaming to herself in satisfaction, she tosses a wayward curl of hair over her shoulder before leaning towards the wall between her and the mysterious stranger. The sly grin slides across her face before she can stop herself.]

Or is this your way of telling me he's shy?

[No doubt her friends back home would be scandalized by how forward she was being, but a little fun never hurt anybody.]