[Well, whether he's drunk as a skunk or high as a kite, the fact still remains that "festive" is a refreshing change on Paul, and that the worst trouble he or anyone else is likeliest to get up to at an occasion like this is maybe all getting together and jumping off the roof — which, frankly, sounds like a pretty good time regardless.

While his hand is occupied with holding the pins, she takes advantage of the distraction and reaches over them to ruffle his hair with one of hers before plucking them out of his palm and starting to undo the fastenings.]

Any facts you like, fishing or not. You have until I'm finished putting these on to regale me, so choose good ones.

[Freeing one, she steps in and hooks a finger into the underside of the vest, pulling it out a touch so that she can set the pin in place without sticking him.]

And when you're done, I'll tell you a secret.