"Stuffed it in the rafters and then rigged the coffee pot to explode?" Although he didn't laugh aloud, Graham's shoulders shook. "I'd have to commend you for your effort. I'd also say that your timing is perfect, what with the Tolkien re-enactment."
Huh. Graham paused and sent a sly glance skyward. "Oh look, money from the rafters, isn't it lovely?" Nope. Nothing.
Sigh. "Or to buy a better coffee pot. One of the two. 'Don't be domestic - get out of the house?' Perhaps to buy another coffee pot. I don't know. Dream-me is a terrible sheriff, did I mention? I keep asking this blonde woman for help."