[ Jacob's expressive face cracks into a wide, easy grin.] You say that like it's hard.

[Maybe one day they can trade those stories. But there's work to do now, and alas it won't wait for them to tell tales of adventures either here or at home. Pity, because he'd like to hear about her experience with arson.

Instead, he looks offended at her suggestion that he's one of those flat-footed, incompetent arseholes.] We'll pretend you didn't say that, shall we? Do you want to go in the front, or in the back?