"I know. I went in to get a break from all the..." she offers him a vague indication of the various scarecrows perched around, like cheerful little demons, "You got a plan for when you find it? Or are you just trying to piss off the staff."

She doesn't say again, but the word hovers around the end of her non-question like a fly trying to decide where to perch.

"Isn't being married supposed to mellow people a little? You can just leave it alone sometimes."