"...Oh. Uh." Slight flailage. Oh so slight. "See there was this book that was that one, the one about flowers, totally for homework, and Arthur came by while you were gone and I thought he might have said something about... nevermind."

Way to sound sane there, Francine.

"I'm not beautiful or Irish and Arthur's not from the desert." And also I'm fairly sure he thinks I'm either crazy or an idiot. "I think you're pretty safe."