"No." "Okay. Forget the microwave turntable and the shoes. What if you break into his house…" "No." "Steal his beloved PlayStation…" "Still no." "Pawn it…" "I know you can hear me." "And use the money to sponsor a pig at the local petting zoo, which we'd name after him?" I suppress a smile. "We are not doing any of that." "You're no fun." She pouts, but
