[ Dave accommodates the swinging motion easily. He knows he's in no danger of falling; his balance has always been better than most. He'd be more concerned about Rose, but he's pretty sure she wouldn't be swinging her legs and giving him Eskimo kisses if she was nervous.

He shakes his head a little, his eyes flickering briefly upward behind his shades. ]

I can't figure out how a guy like John ever landed a chick like you. I mean — don't get me wrong, but he's not exactly the crazysexycool type.

[ And then there's Dave, who obviously is, and remains, bizarrely, single. Not that he's complaining out loud. ]