"In which case I'd ask you a favor, too."
"What kind?"
"That depends on the nature of the original request. What's yours?"
"I'd like you to write a few letters for me."
"In which case there'll be no counterproposition."
For three solid hours, Elaine sat at the typewriter. At the end of that time, Tom smiled, patted her on the top of the head and said: "You've been a good girl, kiddo."
"Thanks," she mumbled. "But there are things about your physicist that I do admire. He never makes his women work."
"Impractical lad," laughed Tom.
"Impractical, but fun."
"Bah. You, too, huh?"