OK, here is a scene: Molly and Bill were crouched behind the bushes, observing the children merrily opening their presents at the birthday party taking place a few meters away from them. “You see those swings? Sharpest of them all. You take the presents to the house.” Molly whispered holding her bag as close as possible to her side. “Yeah, but how do I get them there?” Bill asked squinting his eyes at the house. “You see that kids play area? All those flags sticking out? You’ll follow it and you’ll dart quickly, half-swing, half-tree to the house.” Molly explained gently, holding her bag gently swinging. Bill looked skeptically at the plan, then shoved it off with a sarcastic 'That’s the most foolproof idea I’ve ever heard', before ruffling his hair in gentle anticipation. “Well you’d better.” Molly winked before darting forwards.