She chuckles. "I'm pretty sure you'll take the crown, sugar, since you've been doin' it longer than I have." She leans her head against his. "I had a thought. What if we went down a floor and see if we could find us a rollin' chair I could sit in and you could push behind a ticket desk? I mean, this is a museum and every museum I've ever been to has had the ticket desks on the first floor lobby. That'd be easier for you than carryin' me--and a whole lot less annoyin' for me too!"