"Oh, so it depends on having a reason to assassinate," Reno half-teased. "Not that it'd be wrong. Good to know your priorities, Miss...?"

And the frog for disposal? Really? Pigs, he wanted to say. Pigs will eat anything. But he couldn't. That would be crossing the fine, fine line that already existed.

Reno shrugged instead. "I dunno, I just thought it'd be badass to ride one. Besides -- they breathe fire. You will never be cold an' lonely on a stake-out ever again. Hell, you could make s'mores whenever you want!"