History Detectives, really-- or at least that was how it sounded to Dinah-- looking for clues left hundreds of years ago. She wasn't going to say it didn't sound like fun- it sounded like a blast actually, but Dinah figured it was a lot more sitting around and dusting things than Indiana Jones stunts and explosions. She wasn't so good at dusting (you should see her apartment).
She smiled and looked away for a moment when he said he wouldn't make her look foolish, her face saying that he'd hit the mark. But she was a good sport and danced along with him and didn't mind being all that close.
"Dinah. With an h." By this point, adding that tidbit of spelling information had become second nature. The name 'Dinah' was so out of use these days that trying to get coffee at Starbucks was an adventure in the ridiculous, so these days she just cut to the chase-- after all, everything but the H was spelled like it sounded. Damn tricky, silent H.