Dawn's grin ratcheted up another notch, and her bounce become a small, entirely dorky victory dance, mostly involving wiggling. "I so rule. It does look pretty nifty, huh?"

Her grin morphed to an entirely pathetic pleading look. (Which was, admittedly, somewhat ruined by her still-happy eyes, but hey. It's a good night and Dawn has had enough caffeine and sugar to take over a small country.) "You'll dance with me tonight, right? And Tosh, too?"