”Ahhh, ehhh ooo la la, Does this sound my old voice?” I cough, moving to a monster-under-the-bed sort of thing. “Or like ~this~?”

Riley caves before I get too guttural. “Okay, okay,” she sighs, “We are…going to a building—”

“—Made of bricks?” I ask, a touch more sarcastic than the earnest I was hoping to sound. “Or is this a three little pigs straw-hut kind of place?”

She sniffles, trying not to smile at such a dumb joke, “I don’t know what materials…and I’m not gonna tell you anything else!”