“I’m going to grab it.” “Good plan.” “Totally going to grab it,” I say again, still not moving. “Smart move.” “I’m doing it.” I stand up. “For real.” “Go get ’em, tiger,” Dylan says, and I raise my eyebrows. “Too far?” “Too far.” “How about ‘Godspeed’? Does ‘Godspeed’ work?” “That works,” I say. “Godspeed, then.”
