“Only to someone with no imagination,” she shot back, bumping him with her shoulder. “That your problem? No imagination?”
“Right,” he gave her a ‘gurl’ look and bumped her right back in the shoulder. “My ability to imagine up new tech and previously weapon designs is all a fraud.”
“It’s that computer you’ve got. It does all the work and then you take credit for it, I know how it is.” She tried to look serious and honest while she was saying it, but lost it at the look on his face and just laughed until she couldn’t breathe. “Oh god, your /face/.”