Never in a million years would anyone ever have been able to suggest to Zatanna that she'd be best friends with a guy like twice her age and manage to get her to believe them. But the thing is, Alcide is perfect, in a lot of ways, to fill that role for her. He looks out for her, she can tell that he's doing that sometimes, even if she thinks that maybe he doesn't mean for her to notice. He's really nice. Alcide even told Zatanna that she looks pretty when he picked her up which he didn't actually have to say. Plus, the fact that he's coming to this thing when she has a feeling he wouldn't want to if he wasn't doing her the favor.

Zee's really glad she met him.

"You don't think?" she asks. "Maerc sffup etativel dna taolf pu ot ym moor," she says as she looks back at the cream puffs, willing them to levitate and float up to her room. For a moment, she's forgotten that she doesn't actually have her magic. When nothing happens, Zatanna's face falls. "Oh crap, I forgot...dangit," she complains.

Alcide suggests that they ought to dance and Zee looks back at him with her eyes wide. "Do you really think they would?" she asks, but she offers him her hand so that if he really thinks so, then he can lead her onto the dance floor and away from the buffet. No way does she want to get kicked out. "Can I take my drink?" she asks loftily and another giggle bubbles up. "It's so fruity, wanna try?" she asks, holding the glass up probably way higher than need be in an attempt to offer it to him.