Well, yeah, that'd do it. [ she chuckles, tossing one kernel of popcorn up into the air and unsuccessfully trying to catch it with her mouth; it bounces off her chin and then lands somewhere she isn't tracking, because she's aiming a sidelong look in his direction. ]

What, you sayin' you wanna take me on sometime? [ based on her tone, she doesn't seem against it, switching her beer to her far hand as she uses the other to playfully prod fingers against his chest. ] You're solid, though. Betcha could keep me from squirmin' around too much and then, y'know, if I got pinned...

[ her gaze trails up to his face and her lips part for a toothy grin. ] Game over.