[Allison covers her mouth to shut herself up for a moment.]

Sorry. I'm sorry. I'll be good.

[She manages to contain herself for all of five seconds before she suddenly vanishes from the feed as she stands up, then is visible at intervals while she does a very enthusiastic happy dance.

When she's done, she sits back down, still grinning.]

We're doing your hair and your make up together, and we need to pick an outfit. You have to look amazing, because if he doesn't kiss you, I will knock your heads together.

...God, please come here so I can gush in person, before I start dancing again.