"Elizabeth, in your own misguided, crazy, PMSing-woman way, I think you've been trying to be nice." My mouth fell open. "Hey!" "You're just not very good at being nice. It's not a strength of yours." "I can't believe you just said that." "You should work on it. You should compliment me more, tell me I look pretty." I hit him on the shoulder even as I laughed. "You're an idiot." "And you're beautiful."