I never did take my slow dancing lessons that seriously when she tried to teach me when I was little.

[A bit of a joke, but he's also still trying to keep her under his control and it's surprising how awkward and difficult that is with a dead grandma trying to snap at your fingers with rotten black teeth...

He starts waddling her over to the hill and glances down at it as he tightens his grip.]

I never thought I'd be doing this.

[Seems like all sorts of firsts are happening for him since moving to the city.

And shove--- Down she goes like a sack of potatoes... Zack has to wince at each wet or snapping noise he hears...]