Well. He didn't foresee that objection coming. And...what? She really must be quite upset to be talking such nonsense. He has enough wherewithal to spare that he can envy her casual defiance of physics. "I'd stop it if I could!" he argues back just as ruffledly. What 'it' is that he would stop, who can say. He tries some pacification, baldly sarcastic but hopefully distracting nonetheless. "Dreaming is undoubtedly not the right word, just a metaphor, if you like. I can't remember, am I allowed those?"
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