"Chompers," Anna said with a grin. "I like me a nice smile. Bad teeth are a total deal breaker." Scott laughed. "So how am I doing?" he asked, flashing his pearly whites (something he was actually really proud of). "Great," Anna responded, blushing. "You're doing great." Scott ordered another drink for each of them and she allowed herself to feel hopeful (he seemed like a great guy). "The hammer to stun, the pliers to pull," she thought to herself, repressing a shudder of delight.