"Darn...and a unicorn was going to be my second choice... I was hoping to be original. Maybe I'll go all sorts of unique, and get a butterfly. On my ankle."
She grinned, leaning back as the server returned with food, and she inhaled the scent of pizza for a moment, reaching for the various condiments, and pausing above the garlic.
"So... curious. On a scale of, say, one to ten... what's the probability of you kissing me later?"