"You think my hand print would be cheesy? It's supposed to bring a tear of joy to your face each time you use it! Forget it... You just earned yourself a picture frame made from popsicle sticks and macaroni, mister."
Tipping her cup back, she finished off the rest of her coffee and placed the empty on the table, offering him a hopeful look. "I don't suppose you're going to smoke as soon as you get outside?"