[That is a response so wildly unexpected that Richie draws wholly back, brows hitting the ceiling and jaw dropping in delight. He's lost to laughter the next second, and a pinch-faced librarian shushes them from a higher floor for the outburst.

He only barely contains himself.]

Well bless my stars and my soul, you've figured out how to take the pins out of your hair after all! Please, please. [As they walk he mimes whipping out a note pad and wetting an imaginary pen with his tongue. He poises it above the phantom paper.] I'm ready. Give me the juicy details, darling. Do you like a little chest scruff? Is it the blue collar workin' man or the slick-suited high roller? [He gives her a nudge of the elbow.] How big?