[have we learned nothing from the vents of the past, liz!
but really, alvin's just looking up at the vent, tilting his head to the side.]
Do you think you could fit very far in there? [he's not expecting her to be able to crawl through it, no—but if she could get a clear shot of where it leads, they may be onto something.]
You just tell me what kind of lift you want, and you got it. [as in, he's not going to get touchy feely; he's sure he could lift her from the waist just fine, but also assumes setting her on his shoulders may be the easier way to go.
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but really, alvin's just looking up at the vent, tilting his head to the side.]
Do you think you could fit very far in there? [he's not expecting her to be able to crawl through it, no—but if she could get a clear shot of where it leads, they may be onto something.]
You just tell me what kind of lift you want, and you got it. [as in, he's not going to get touchy feely; he's sure he could lift her from the waist just fine, but also assumes setting her on his shoulders may be the easier way to go.
he's being a gentleman about it, at least?]