Emma Jane rolled her eyes at his little joke. She didn't quite get it but then again she wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. "I know." She replied stubbornly.
She shrugged. "I don't know I don't go in there very often. I guess we could go for a little ride and figure it out?" She wondered for a moment if he could fit into her basket. Or he could just float. She wasn't picky.