"I'm subject to attacks of acute imagination, sometimes.

Don't mind me, Mr.
Burns.

Your scenario is a very nice scenario, I'm sure.

Do you want me to be a braid-down-the-back girl in this?
Or a curls-around-the-face girl ?" Robert Grant Burns stood absent-mindedly tapping his left palm with the folded scenario which Jean had just damned by calling it a very nice scenario.

Nice was not the adjective one would apply to it in sincere admiration.