[She is not angry. She is perfectly pleasant. She will be willfully cheerful.]

I suppose it might. But then again, it occurs to me that it might also be a small point of leverage over any potential ownership I might have in the neat things that we could build. But really, I wouldn't have any way of knowing, now would I? I am in fact entirely reliant on trusting that your intentions are what you imply they are, and that I am not lacking some important point of context which might change the meaning of your very considerate gesture entirely.

[The front cover of the book is snapped shut with a clipped noise. She smiles at him and shrugs.]

As I said. Prone to irrational silliness.