It's not what I say...

T, my regular dance partner, as we step outside the hot and sweaty dance hall to catch a breath of coolish freshish air:

"I really hate Valentine's day, it's just so commercial. It doesn't mean anything anymore. I wouldn't want to get presents or cards or anything."

She doesn't mean that, I thought, silently nodding my head.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind something small."