Dunno. Can't imagine no one's thought to try, at least. [To make one that is.

Chloe's fingers find their way to the satchel stuffed full of gold and relics (sparing a brief grin for Charlie's attempt to soothe their current means of transportation) and hefting the lot of it up onto one shoulder.]

So, what's the game plan: split up? Rely on my charm, your incomparable good looks?