*completely (un)seriously (and it's really an apology)* Is it too late to play the PTSD card?
*keeping an eye on Mabel (who's now decided to play with the mouse—oh, the hilarity never ends)* Ah... no one you know, sir. Just a friend from up north. Also potential boyfriend-material. That's not a problem, is it? *smiles a bit* We did have a reason for trying to nick that sign, beyond the joy of a dumb prank. Not that that excuses anything, I know.