Jean smiled at him, green eyes sparkling just a little in the moonlight with a touch of mischief and something else, and if that something was a bit of longing, she really didn't think anyone would blame her. But the tortoise won the race, as Aesop said, and she as a rule always took things very slow and steady.
"I think that option b is our best bet. After all, you never know when one might just drop out of the sky or something."