"Just go to the pub with me tomorrow. Let them see me with yeh, just for observational purposes. And I definitely don't mind yehr company, so it's certainly no hardship," he told her with a grin.
Lance narrowed his gaze. "What the feckin' hell is a jackalope?"
He'd never head of the creature and wouldn't put it past her at all to be pulling his leg. This was the girl who claimed the chupacabra was real, after all.