Good. It's the spirit of the thing that's important, after all.

[Maribelle turns back around with a small toss of her head and a smile.]

Oh, such heavy boxes whatever would I have done without you? Thank the gods you were in your room tonight, Ike. ...Well, why look here! It's my room. Let's just stop in for a moment, shall we?

[She is beginning to walk towards the door when suddenly, with an unnecessarily violent motion, she strips her glove off and tosses it ten feet down the hall.]

My... My glove has slipped! You'd better go on in first; I'll be right there.