She smiles back at him, once he's done. "I don't know if I would have gone if you hadn't told me about it," she admits. "Parties aren't really my thing. But I'm glad I did."

Admiring his work in the mirror, she's surprised at first when he offers his hand for practice. Carefully, she paints scales on his palm -- a little crooked at first, but she improves with each iteration. "Oh, tell me about it," she says with a laugh. "I've tried the winged eyeliner look so many times. I always end up looking like a raccoon."