"Oho," Cooper said as he flushed the toilet and washed up. "Is that some kind of a dare, there?" He stuck his head around the corner and shot her a comically defiant stare, one eyebrow hiked and waggling, before going back to drying his hands.<br/><br/>"All right, my lovely," he went on as he sauntered back to bed. "Gimme time to swallow a couple of raw eggs, run up a staircase, maybe meditate under a waterfall for a while. That garden's outrageous, there has to be one out there somewhere..."<br/><br/>He chortled quietly as he slipped under the duvet and spooned up against Sarah from behind, one arm draping around her waist. "Bet you're right about the cement overshoes. We're on the edge of a cliff, after all. Pour, flick, and that'd be that!"