Shaking her head she snickered, the image of Jack very vivid in her mind's eye. A young lady approached the counter with a few sundry items and Mal slipped from the stool. Over her shoulder she said to Sam, "But seeing Jack will be worth all of the effort to get the band here." Once the sale was complete she returned to her perch on the stool.
Mal eyed Sam as she hopped atop the counter, but refrained from scolding her. It wasn't often they could have a discussion in which neither were angry. "That's a brilliant idea, you're now in charge of the logistics. Create a plan and then pitch it to me." She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.