She was talking to the hostess and her mom, helping out in kitchen. Occasionally our eyes met, while I was acting quite charming and telling better jokes than I do here. No dirty looks, hmmn. After we were left I cautiously asked, "Thanks for giving me a bit of room to play, but weren't you a bit jealous?" "Well, yes I was getting a little irritated, but it's kind of like a bicycle. I really don't care who pumps up the tire as long as I'm the one who gets to ride it home."