“How should Ah know? Ya make the strangest comments sometimes.”
A soft, bell-like laugh slipped past my lips.
“Ah know. Ah always look good, darlin’.”
I shot him a wink.
“Oh? Now Ah’m scared ta ask… but Ah’ll take the risk. Do tell.”
"Is the white streak covered or Angel couldn't find a picture with it and the hat?" He giggled pathetically, the sound echoing miserably like an old door squeaking.
(Wow. See if he narrates Matt like that. I'm so-)
"Looking good, anyway! You know how you'd look even better?"