"Well, hell, I'm a sourpuss all year 'round, you don't see me hiding away."

He offers her a smirk in return, but it disappears as he moves in to press his lips to her forehead, and then to her mouth. Meeting her eyes, he's completely sincere. He understands.

"Seriously, though. If you don't feel up to it when it comes around, we don't hafta go. Alright? We can do something else if you want. Or nothing at all. We can just be sourpusses together for all I care. Don't worry 'bout it now."

Giving her another warm peck on the lips, he continues to stroke her cheek with his thumb.

"Although, the party would be a good reason for you to wear that purple dress again."