Jay internally debates how he should word his answer for a moment, but the desire to preen wins out. His smile widens. “Me.”

After a pause for effect, he continues.

“But if the footage exists, then someone else might watch it.” He clears his throat, still worn from his offended-toy-soldier routine. “If it’s not on camera, then I won’t have to cut it. Making those cuts look seamless is harder than it looks.”

He refuses to let Tim drag him off-track, though, fun as it is to show off.

“Now, who did you ask?”