Cole cleared his throat. “So, what kind of high-tech devices do we need to replace today?”
It took a lot not to glance at Brady when his cousin said that. I felt fairly certain he was staring at me, perhaps with a smug look. “Penny and I had some ideas for videos we wanted to shoot.”
“Finally going to teach your viewers how to fish?” Brady asked, and this time I did look up. As expected, he looked amused.
“As fascinating as that sounds, we were thinking of going more for the comedy aspect. Penny and I sketched out some ideas yesterday.”
Cole raised an eyebrow. “You script your pre-recorded videos?”
“It’s more like a loose outline. But yeah, sometimes we discuss ahead of time things we think our viewers would like to see.”
“Makes sense,” Cole said. “What will you film today?”
“It was Penny’s idea,” I said, turning things over to her. Unlike yesterday when she was inexplicably Ms. Business, she was quiet and reserved today. I wondered if that meant she’d gotten in touch with her deadbeat boyfriend.
Penny set down her glass of juice and looked a little alarmed to be called on. “Well, um, we thought we could kind of do a parody of Lila’s videos where she demonstrates high-tech products. Instead, we’ll find some—no offense—low-tech things around the inn and have her share how to use them.”
“Like what?” Brady asked. “I’m pretty sure you’re not going to be explaining how anything in the kitchen works.”
His observation made me grin. “Definitely not. We were thinking like the dartboard downstairs or starting a fire in the fire pit.”
Brady frowned. “You think your followers want to know how to use those things?”
“No,” I said, struggling to explain it. “As Penny said, it’s more of a parody. We’ll make it seem like it’s some revolutionary procedure and talk it up. I think they’ll like it.”
“Me too,” Cole said. He pushed back from the table. “And I know something else you can use, too.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he was on his feet and heading down the hallway.
“Will that take all day?” Brady asked.
“It’ll take a few hours to get the right footage, and from a couple of different angles,” I said. “Then Penny will edit all the different takes together.”
“I’m beginning to see the merits of having a videographer.”
Penny smiled at his assessment. “We were thinking of going into town for lunch. Maybe get some shots of Donovan’s Mill while we’re at it,” she said.
“Are there any restaurants you’d recommend?” I asked Brady.
Brady frowned. “To someone from Chicago? No. To someone who’s never seen food before? Yes.”
I grinned. “It can’t be that bad. What about your diner?”
He leaned his chair back. “Honestly, I think it’s your best bet. There’s a coffee shop, but they only serve sandwiches.”
“I saw a pizza place on my way in,” Penny said.
“You can sometimes get a fairly decent pie there, but Cole’s going to make us pizza tonight. He’s mighty proud of his pizza oven.”
“Sounds like your diner is best. Will you be working?” I tried to tell myself that it didn’t matter to me what his answer was.
He gave me a wink. “Yep. That’s the only reason I recommended it.”
Cole reappeared, a twinkle in his eye. “Are you ladies done?”
“I’m stuffed,” I said, pushing back from the table. I still couldn’t believe that I’d actually enjoyed fish for breakfast. But so far, I’d liked everything Brady had served me—orgasms included.
“Then follow me.”