[ For some reason all Molly can think about is Violet Beauregarde, although she's far too polite to actually mention such things to the woman standing in front of her. Instead, she reminds herself that 1.) this is a dream, and 2.) people have strange health issues all the time, and as far as polite Minnesotans go, that's about as far as one gets in commenting on another person's appearance. ]

Oh, no—

[ She looks down from a moment, bashful for just a second, and then laughs at her new companion, waving off the question. ]

I mean, yes, but also I've got my eye on a fella back home is all. Gus. Sweet as can be.

[ But Molly's nothing if not a good sport and even offers her arm. ]

Shall we?