What he was suggesting was legally corrupt, but surprisingly amusing. I allowed myself exactly sixteen seconds to believe that I would go along with it, before rational thinking kicked back into gear.
“Stop it,” I scolded playfully, “We need a real plan. That is not a real plan.”
His over exaggerated frown was exactly what I needed to see. I felt more relaxed, and level-headed, by the second. “Well, fine. The come up with your real plan, Miss Baker, but remember that my plan would have always been a lot more fun.”
“Duly noted,” I grinned, planning already.