Clint decided your absence was the perfect excuse for some extreme wilderness survival training. I did mention the idiot part, sir.

[Her tone is droll as she motions to the couch in invitation for Spock and the cat, moving to perch on the arm of it herself. His question earns him an arch of an eyebrow, her lips twitching in amusement.]

We weren't this morning, no, because we weren't expecting to have one. But we can make provisions in the meantime. What do you think, sir. Is this easier or more difficult than being sent back as a small child?

[A pause as she considers something else, impish humor lighting up green eyes.] Are you litter trained, sir?