"I'm joshing you," I protest mildly, putting up my hands, although actually, there's kind of a point there. I mean, I think she's just volleying my sass back at me, but she's not wrong. Weird brain or no, being passive probably doesn't suit me and isn't entirely fair, now, is it?

"You're right, though. No slack, tell you what, after this science experiment date, next one's on me."