I smile wider and bite my lip, turning so I'm leaning against the wall again, "You know, I think I might not..." I play around, "I mean, this is my sisters dress and I'll be bad if I use it without her permission."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune