I punch him in the arm playfully and slip my credit card in my back pocket. I feel something in my stomach and stop midstep, setting my hand atop it. "Oh god."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune