I used to be quite the cheerleader in high school
“Oh. That's so sweet. If you want, I can tag along and help you psyche up the team with my professional pep stylings. You know...” Alabama stood on her knees and started to clap in rhythm as she quietly sang, “That pitch was bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S...”
I forced out a polite chuckle and quickly scanned my brain for a proper follow-up excuse.