"Both pretty dangerous on the bumps, though," Amaya pointed out, her grin just that much bigger as it appeared all that daintiness had finally been abandoned; she'd put in a damn fine effort, though, Amaya would gladly give her that. "And I could always go with one of those twisty, bendy," her finger did a little curlicue in the air for emphasis, "straws, too.

"And of course she's a Missus," she felt compelled to add with a snort. "Married to the job! And she runs far too well to be a man."