Oh my gosh, stop! [Lena covers her face with her free hand, only to peek through her fingers and clarify:] Don't actually stop.

[She squeezes Webby's hand and smiles wide, ego fluffed up by her compliments.] But let's not tempt fate, huh? I'd rather not have any wars starting over me tonight. I'm--I-I'm all yours anyway.

[Oh geez. Why was it so much easier to compliment her back when it wasn't sincere? Lena ducks her head and tugs Webby out the door, hoping her blush dies down quickly. What was it they had planned again? Suddenly she can't remember.]