She paused and lifted her head. “Wait, you thought of doing what with my plants?” “It’s a fantasy!” he protested. “If we’re really going to pick it apart, I don’t think that a table made of wood planks and sawhorses could withstand the torque exerted by pounding at that particular angle, either.” She sniffed. “Well. I suppose. But pick another one. I’ll get distracted thinking about the details.”
