Don't worry, I'm sure by the time you're your age, you've figured out the passion part just fine.

[There's Professor Song, after all. And Charley, of course. With a bit of a laugh, she plops down to sit on an arm of the chair, turning so her legs drape over his.]

Give it until tomorrow, then approach her. Cautiously, but honestly. Put that passion of yours to work, and I'm sure she'll come around in no time.