Perfect hypotheticals:

If I had it my way I’d bake a batch of cookies right now and walk down to the park with a lantern and a strange boy and play on the swings in the dark but I wouldn’t be scared. I would wear some sort of Indian headdress and run around like a loony-bird. We would have beer and maybe kiss but it wouldn’t matter either way because we might be a little bit drunk and tell each other stories of where to find buried treasure. I don’t know, I’m easy to please.