"The beard," she corrected as he started to make suggestions of what he could do. "As fun as it might be to literally blow this popsicle stand, you know we can't." She sighed and tried not to let herself sound too serious. "All those CEOs and Wall Street big wigs know what we look like now - they'd blow our cover before we even walked in the place." Never mind that their implants would go off in a heartbeat or that they'd be shipped off to jail the minute they threw in the towel.
Kat shrugged at Tyler's question. People threw money at stupid shit all of the time, so what difference did it make if they were throwing it at something like Publisher's Clearing House or them? She grinned at his compliments. "I still never really understand what you see in me sometimes, considering where we come from. But I'm not the one who has to think rainbows shine out my ass," she laughed a little and leaned up to kiss him sweetly. Kat was never very good at having a moment last for very long before she was making a joke or making a jibe at Tyler but she supposed it was one of the many things that he loved about her.