It was when the night was most crowded that Harold finally crept away from the wall and approached Sally-Ann. He snuck up behind her, his arms crossed, teacup lifted to his lips. He'd only been thinking all night of something to say to her, which was ridiculous because he was usually so charming and debonaire! Of course, in the end, the only thing he could come up with that wasn't horribly cheesey was just to say hello. He snuck up behind her and leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Hey cookie."