"Feeling any better?"

"Oh, yes darling, much, much better." she replied, nearly falling off of the bright red couch in her backwards lean.

"Try not to fall over, alright?" Arnold admonished from across the room.

"You know, you're lucky we're dating." Helga said, randomly.

"Am I?"

"Yup. I didn't do so well with laughing gas last time. Your grandmother was great, though…passion fruit drink…" Helga said, collapsing in laughter.

"You don't say…" Arnold prodded, interestingly. He always thought something was…funny about that day. Including Helga falling out of his couch.

"Guess I am pretty lucky."

"You better believe it, bucko."