She could smack him. Instead she grasps his hand and uses his strength to pull herself to her feet. "Thank you."
Her gaze is sharp, but her skin is still flushed as she looks at the rest of the group behind them, and her mouth, well, she's fighting a losing battle not to join their laughter.
"I don't suppose any of you are willing to lend me your trousers."
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Her gaze is sharp, but her skin is still flushed as she looks at the rest of the group behind them, and her mouth, well, she's fighting a losing battle not to join their laughter.
"I don't suppose any of you are willing to lend me your trousers."