"I changed my mind." "You changed--" "My. Mind." I stopped short and faced him, placing my hands on my hips. "It's like underpants, Jethro." "Dirty and dark?" He smirked. "No." I scowled at his facial expression. "A mind is like underpants because people change them all the time." "But you don't." "I do change my underpants all the time, Jethro. And, for the record, I think it's mighty rude of you to assume I don't." He almost rolled his eyes, but caught the urge. "I meant your mind, Cletus. You don't change your mind."