With the amount of weirdness Charlie's seen in her life, this probably doesn't even phase her. And like, sure. Turning prom into some kind of contest is a little weird, but it also seems pretty on brand for what she remembers about high school.

"High," she repeats. Well, it's not exactly the answer she'd been looking for but Charlie supposes it works. "How high is high?" Charlie's score is somewhere in the mid-sixties, so there's definitely room for improvement.

"How does that work? We just dance for a couple songs and get a higher score?" That sounds easy enough. If that's all this is, Charlie figures she can beat the high score in no time. "Lucky me!"