[ He nods, almost done with the braid. ]

Yep. Right before dinner.

[ He kisses the back of her head to signal he's done and then gives her a little golf clap at her spinning, doing his Vincent Price impression "beautiful, my dearest". He gets up to get the shoes back on the one twin that was dressed now. ]

Take these off again and I'm taping flip flops to your feet.

[ Which is met with an emphatic "NO". ]

Oh yes, I will. You keep these on.