[ Ange stands up - not quite as easily as she otherwise would, given the dress that suddenly feels like it's way too big and way too everywhere right in this moment specifically. She knows it's just the nerves speaking though, and Ange does manage to get up and grab his arm without tripping over either the dress or her own feet.

Even if her grip on him is a little tight. The way a cat might hold onto a human to avoid being lowered into a bath, just with less claws out.

And yet, despite all the clear outward signs of nerves, Ange still manages to tell Break: ]

I'll try to think of something new for you.

[ Like Break is a zoo animal who needs his enrichment..

The girl sucks in a breath. ] Okay, okay, hold on, last check-- you're contractually obligated to tell me if there's a single thing that looks weird on me right now, okay? Before I go out there and everyone sees it.