"Pfft," Raven rolls her eyes. Jess may be a gentleman and walk her to the door, but she's nothing close to being a lady. Sharing is caring, but Raven's never quite learned how to behave like she understands the concept.

With her lips curved upward, she quips, "Get your own dandelions, Brightwell."

Giving him a quick slap on the upper arm, Raven's out the door in search of what she doubts she'll discover — and some dandelions.