It was, and it wasn't. Much like everything Trish ever meddled into that had to do with Jess. Trish rolled her eyes, and rolled them again. She didn't care how, she wanted this to be done. But right now she couldn't think of a way to convince Jessica that wasn't also abominable and a little much even for her.
Thankfully, it seemed as though she didn't need to think that hard. Trish tried to school her exhilarated expression, and when Jessica asked if she'd found anything else Trish shook her head at first. But then, Trish gave a surprised gasp when an idea crossed her mind, and immediately deflated. The idea wasn't stellar. It was pretty damn terrible, actually. For her, anyway. "I, uh... Not yet but I have an idea or two."
The thought of calling her mother for any favor was nauseating and yet, with her phone in hand, Trish was already texting her for a meeting soon.