"Go me! Obviously I am a Force-using machine!" He waved his hands in the air and waggled his hips while turning around in a circle in a hilarious victory dance. Unfortunately the dance was interrupted by Lizzie's pencil case zipping by just at the point where his hands were in the wrong direction to stop it. Amazingly, the case bounced off anyway, a protective shield forming around his back and reflecting the case all the way back to the bed. Upon discovering his inadvertent accomplishment, Luke spun around in a circle once more, his dance even more ridiculous-looking the second time around.
Not that Luke minded making an idiot out of himself. Lizzie had seen him do much worse, and it was nice to have someone he could really let loose with. Luke had a tendency to mold himself into the person he thought other people wanted him to be rather than the person he actually was - the nerdy, silly, underconfident boy he'd always been. And Lizzie knew that boy, and knew him well, so no show was in the least bit required.