"Uhh..." The question catches Felicity entirely off-guard. Go to prom with Wyatt? WyGuy? Wyatt Be Quiet? She hadn't considered it before, but does now, bouncing along on his shoulder to God knows where. It would be fun, she determines. Obviously. Wyatt is always fun. And it'd probably be more fun than going with Harrison (who wouldn't go with her) or Pouch (who only knows old dance moves) or Doug Bobson (who is... a tattered piece of cardboard).

She's grinning widely at the prospect by the time she speaks next. "Bring me around front," she instructs. "Gotta see your face so I know you're not pulling my leg."