[Forrest simply laughs at the rebuke. He is making no promises that her feet won't be the target of a surprise tickle attack later.]

All right. Pick whatever colors and designs you like. I leave them in your hands.

[Smiling, he stands up to take his place sitting where she'd just been, rolling down his ankle length socks and sliding them off his feet. Unsurprisingly, his nails are just as carefully groomed as... well, everything else.]

Put your best foot forward! I like that one. It seems appropriate, don't you think?