"Fine, but you're going to need to work with me to bring up the curve. I'm going to try something, hang on."

No, actually hang on.

There's your warning, because Betty is totally going to try and pick Ruth up now, hands probably on her butt (!), lifting her just high enough to be clear of the path. And it's fine, it's totally manageable and stable and fine, literally sweeping her girl off her feet, you got this Ross, except now she's giggling too hard to kiss her at this new angle, head tilted back, and Ruth's face is haloed by the orange glow of a streetlamp, incandescent.