"If it makes you feel any better," Rosa allowed a grin to slip out over at him, "I'm a little disappointed you didn't have to kidnap the pope, too. I could still get out of here, though, hide away somewhere warm and without goddamn marshmallow snow for a few more weeks, you can pretend like I was never even here.

"Also," she added, with that grin dropping and her thumb hitched toward the pink monstrosity beside her, "if it took you more than one try to get this thing, you suck, and I hope you feel terrible."