He takes her hand, and even though they're covered in mittens, Annie still feels a rush of something shoot through her. She half-considers slipping them off to touch his hands properly, because everybody should feel as happy as she does, but thinks better of it and gets distracted by that smile of his. It looks vaguely mischievous. It looks like an adventure. And hell, she's feeling spontaneous today.
Annie squeezes his hand tight, twirling herself on his arm, still smiling. "As long as we're breaking the rules together that's cool with me. Let's go."