We're having a nice picnic in the park and I've been walking around barefoot for hours. I see you staring at my feet. I joke about what they'd look like if I walked in the flower bed and I do it. You're transfixed by my filthy blackened soles as I put them in your face. I have been testing you this whole time! I knew you would be weak for my dirty bare feet. We decide to make this a weekly thing & I seal our agreement with a toe wiggle and crossed feet.