"...and I'm not very good at stopping them!" I smiled and then laughed again.
I could tell the girl was uncomfortable, so I tried a different approach.
"What are you reading? I do love to read. In fact, I also love to write..."
I paused a moment.
"...that's why I'm asking you all these silly questions. I want to be a journalist."
I couldn't tell what she was thinking, so I decided to try and make her laugh.
"Watch this." I slipped under the table, and threw together a disguise from the props I keep hidden in odd places.
I stood, and smoothed my dress, then walked to a near by table where a young man sat.
"Excuse me sir, but I absolutely must know were you got that timepiece. My husband would adore such a fine piece."
I looked and sounded like a wobbly old lady.
After a short chat with the man, I went and sat with a family at a different table.
Winking, I said just loud enough for the man to hear:
"Now darling, wasn't that man so very handsome ? And polite to. I'm sure your father would have loved such a watch like that if he were still alive! Do you think he would mind very much that I'm already crushing on other men so soon after his death?"
I smiled at the confused family, then walked out and slipped behind a curtain.
Free of my disguise, I returned to the girl.
"How did I do?" I asked, with a sparkle in my eye.