"You sure the punch wasn't spiked?" she teased and took his hand a little roughly to lead him to a table. She pulled out a chair for him and stood for a moment looking over the pink and also somehow pale boy.

"I could fan you. I'm not going to feed you grapes though," she joked as she sat next to him, not realizing her hand was still entwined with his until she tried to pull it into her lap.