He tried to suppress a snicker but he knew it came out a little so he just hoped she was distracted enough not to hear it. At least by the jokes she knew that he was still feeling like himself and she hadn't gone too far with her midnight Adrian in a Neal suit snack.
The branch that went flying her use of a few colorful words he was sure she learned from him and his adventures made him try his hardest to put on a straight face. How the hell was he supposed to know how to get her down? He didn't have his spirit to help determine what she was feeling, although he could sort of make a few guesses, but how had she gotten down the other times she'd gone for a ride in the sky?
"How did you get down the other times?" She probably hadn't gone that far up since she was inside the whore house, but it was worth a try. She still didn't seem to be coming down so he tried to think of what she could focus on instead of coming down. It was probably a lot like insomnia. The harder you tried to sleep the less likely you were going to get there.
"I don't know. Think of something completely opposite of what got you up there? Um, zombies? The spam that makes it way into the kitchen somehow? Belikov? Jade and Jet? Oh I got one. Christian."
He was throwing out anything that popped into his head that wasn't.. geared a certain way. Whether or not this was helping Jill he didn't have a clue. He had no idea how to get her down from this since she was starting to go higher and higher and he was pretty sure he didn't have it in him to climb a tree, jump at her and both of them hit the ground. He wasn't the Clark Kent of the two of them tonight.
See, at least that one was said in his mind instead of out loud.