[She is happy to be the favorite without much other thought. It feels good to be someone favorite even in jest. And she doesn't really think he's joking.
She accept his help which is honestly something telling on it's own. It's trust. It's a desire not to let go of his hand. It's going with the flow.] Mmmm, that one. [She picks one with a somewhat elongated blue saddle.] You want front or back?