(Yes. Guy Ripley told me.
And he got it from Wikipedia. And Bill confirmed it.
And guess what just came on? You Might Have Noticed. *switches it back to Beauty and the Beast* Mmm, Gaston.)
Maria started looking around for Bill as I got my fangirlyness back under control. Here's the mental argument.
Super!FangirlyMe: Must... steal... Bill.... and.... tour bus...
Mostly!SaneMe: No. You can take pictures with him, hug him, discreetly pet his hair, but no more.
Super!FangirlyMe: But its impossible to not think dirty about him!
Mostly!SaneMe: Just don't look at his pan- never mind. That's impossible. Just don't let anything you think out. We can do that... Right?
Super!FangirlyMe: *nods* I will resist. Must... resist....
Mostly!SaneMe: You'd better, or I'm locking you in Sab's closet for freaking Bill out.
Well, I still hav-
Me!Me: SHUSHETH, ME! THOU SHALT NOT SPOIL THINGS!
Super!FangirlyMe and Mostly!SaneMe:
Me!Me: Behave, you two. *glares in a Sith Lordy fashion*
After I had composed myself, I turned back to Maria. "Oh, I won't eat him. Yes, he does smell delicious, "I giggled, "But I wouldn't deny the rest of the fangirls of their chance to hug him and his beauty. Don't worry, he's safe." I told her. She still looked worried, so I pressed some feelings of reassurance to her. Really, having overcome the bout of fangirlyness, I was good. I was talented at acting sane.