"Those -" Shel's gaze flickered towards the stilettos Sarah was surveying. "Might just be the reason dinosaurs are extinct. Someone probably invented a bunch, and scared the dinos to death."

Sarah chuckled. "Humans didn't exist back then, remember?"

"That's what they'd have us believe," Shel said, tones a feigned dark. Then... "You know you can't wear these to the Springs' dance, don't you? They have to be eight inches." Buying them was asking for trouble.

"Of course I do," Sarah said, her expression innocent. "Why would I buy something like that?"

He raised his arms in mock surrender, a grin lifting his lips.