Annabell was about to protest at the dip, because this really wasn't the time or place for it. But that sweet and kind chaste kiss sent some sort of bell off in her head. One that made this whole situation feel more real than anything she had done so far in her life. How stupid was that to say?

With a few blinks she filed that feeling away for a later time.

"This woman of yours is very, very lucky. I think I might be almost jealous of her." Annabell glanced up at the hat on his head before tapping the brim down with the edge of her finger.

With a deep sigh, Annabell knew she had to help him. Not because of the kiss--but that did tip a few things in his favor. "The farthest you're going to be getting into the Belly without me is at the door. They won't let just anyone in. Once you're in, you're under my name and my reputation."

Her eyes darted down to his shoes. "Don't mess it up, Converse Boy."