She laughed goodheartedly, shaking her head. "No, I thought... I don't know. I thought you were building legs for the beanbag chair."
He huffed, dropping his hand and starting towards his workshop. "Whatever. Listen, I have another mission planned. It's in a few days. My legs should be fixed by then.'
"It's.. not like the usual. It's an infiltration of a high end party." He hesitated. "Black tie and everything."
She put her hands to her face. "Oh. My. God. You're gonna be in a tuxedo?! You're never gonna live this down."