It seems cruel to denounce her idea any further, not when she's so bound and determined to help him out of this dream. Wade nods, making a show of looking this way and that as if worried someone might overhear them.

"Might have a better chance of hiding if we duck into one of the rooms down the hall," he tells her, his voice low as if to prevent anyone from listening in. "Then we can both pretend to be flowers, yeah? It'll probably be easier if you're there with me-- you'd make a prettier flower than I ever could."