Caroline snorts into her ridiculous tiny cereal box. "I'll do my best," she promises in a very solemn voice.

Oh, he noticed that huh? "Maybe I was just hoping for--" She can't finish that sentence, because now she's busy trying not to choke on her Crispix. It's a good thing Caroline is already leaning on the desk. Between the near death experience and the cackling, she'd probably fall over otherwise. "For wiggling, obviously," she chokes out eventually.