Re: Savannah/Marty
Savannah chuckled. "We can write the U.S. Figure Skating Association and tell them about new attire." She looked at him for a moment. "I think you look very handsome like this. No need to use tights."
She rolled her eyes. "I stand on men's stretched arms, before they throw me in the air and hope that they don't miss their mark when I land. I've had my fair shares of falls; this would be nothing. We'd barely feel this, especially with all the clothes we have on."
She started a rhythm, going slow at first as they really began to move, slowly increasing their speed, but it was still slow enough that they could talk. "See, you're doing fine, even if you are fat," she said, laughing again, "but that wasn't what I meant.... I'm not even sure what upset you. He said that I made you miserable, but I didn't mean to. You were very nice to me, and asking you to kill me... that was wrong. I shouldn't have asked you." She shouldn't have asked him to do something that was morally wrong, but she hadn't been thinking straight. "I'm sorry."