Dammit. Rosa snorted, and she definitely hadn't had enough of that coffee yet today to hold back a smirk nearly as well as she usually would.

"Lucky me," she said, pulling the cup closer, and getting to business before she went and got distracted by the fact that Captain Tightpants was more than just a pair of tight pants. She leaned forward. "So I need you to plant something in your office and be okay with kids breaking into it."

She'd oh so handwavily started most of these conversations like that, and it had worked surprisingly well so far.