practicality

...That's what she thought he'd meant. She could feel herself turning red, but managed not to start apologizing frantically on the spot. She realized that she was going to mangle the ticket if she held onto it, so she gently extracted her hand from his and put the ticket safely in her pocket so she could get out her worry-ribbon, that bookmark he'd borrowed for a hair tie months ago. "I wouldn't say I entirely..." she started feebly, but she wasn't sure where she was going with that and had to let it drop.