Lincoln:
I like how you think, Dec. But no.
I want to build her an outdoor soaking tub on the silo’s back porch.
Big enough to stretch out.
Deep enough to soak all the way up to her chin.
Private enough so I don’t have to murder anyone for looking.
Xander:
I can get behind this.
Atlas:
Let’s circle back to “if my wife finds out.”
Lincoln:
It’s a surprise. She hates being spoiled. And she’s a bloodhound when it comes to secrets.
We’re gonna need stealth, precision, and probably snacks to distract her.
Atlas:
We’re also gonna need a plan. And a schedule.
Declan:
And bourbon
Lincoln:
I’ll cover all materials, snacks, and liquor. Atlas, think you can get the football team to pitch in?
Atlas:
If you add pizza to your list then yeah.
Lincoln:
Done. It’ll take me a bit to get everything, but I’ll send out the bat signal when it’s go time.
Xander:
Do we need permits?
Lincoln:
Absolutely not.
Atlas:
That means yes.
Lincoln:
