"Not really. I love the non-comedic version of that story too. Sometimes it reminds me of what we're doing here, you know? Everyone's got their own methodologies, which aren't always lawful because the law doesn't cover the supernatural, but the end point is similar." She paused to think on it, frowning slightly. "And no one wears tights." Another pause. "That I know of."
The book was completely forgotten about now, dismissed in favor of good conversation. When Fred shifted, it slid down between the couch cushion and the back of the couch to be found again...whenever the next time it was that someone cleaned down there. "This would probably make an awesome reality show."