He stops before he does a twirl, knowing from some experience that twirling whilst moving is a terrible idea. Especially on grass. Though to be fair, the last time he twirled on grass he was quite drunk as well.

"I think it looks better without the film of engine grease, but I could be wrong."

As he reaches her he's not sure whether to go for a hug or a kiss, so instead of choosing he reaches out and plonks the hat onto her head.

"You look busy." He says, still grinning.