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Glancing backward with a smirk filled with mischief, he said "I don't know what the word is on the street, but I'm innocent, copper..."

(Penultimate...daylight savings is going to kill me come Monday...)

With equal affection, he muttered "In an egg in a duck in a well...you'll never get a straight answer out of me..."

(Ah haaa...oh, good night... heart )

Remy frowned. Perhaps acrylics hadn't been the best choice. "Gren, can I get an opinion here?"

Gren looked up from his newspaper, nothing much new and the comics already read. "Yeah, what is it?"

"Could you look at this? I think I've screwed up."

Gren stood, and walked over. "I don't know...Not sure I'm the best judge of these things." He looked at the canvas, frowning lightly. "Looks okay to me."

Remy took a step back and looked. "Hmm..."

Azana arrived at the Inn, a smile on her face after a short walk around Barton. She hummed to herself as she started a pot of tea, thinking about what the week held for her. It was going to be a bit busier than the last, but she didn't mind. Most of her worries had fallen by the wayside the past couple of days, and while the threat of the GMO hunter was in the back of her mind, she knew she needed to have faith in her colleagues.

"Good to see you happy again," Sosol commented in the kitchen doorway with a smile. "You had me worried yesterday."
"Eh...just needed a bit of time to sort things out, that's all," she replied, pulling out a small tin of tea.
"No, not that one. Blue tin...no...over that way. There! That seems to be the favorite." Sosol chuckled, his arms folded. "At least I know my job is secure."
Azana rolled her eyes. "So what? I've already got my niche...I'm just glad you found yours."

Smiling back to Gren, MacPere gave a wink as he rose the glass to his lips. "I slept perfectly, thank you sweetheart... Those handcuffs weren't too rough on your sleep, were they~?"

To Remy, he laughed quietly, shaking his head. "There is no need for the 'Mr.', dear~"

Remy gave the pair a strange look. "H-handcuffs?"

Gren smiled gently. "I slipped them easily enough."

"You guys are really something else..." said Remy, shaking his head slightly.

Gren shrugged cheerfully. "I'd love some tea, Sol."

Azana chuckled at the exchange, putting the pot on one of the tables and watching as the cups left orbit and landed one by one on the table. To her surprise, he had them in a straight line with all the handles facing the same direction.

"Wow...your control has gotten a lot better..."
"It gave me something to do on the slower shifts," he explained casually, sitting at the table and glancing over at the easel. Remy wasn't half bad...even with the painting far from done, it already seemed beautiful. "I'm thinking of working on things where I don't have visual information."
"What, blindfolded...? Just make sure it isn't fragile..."
"But that takes all the challenge out of it," he complained jokingly, pouring out four cups and wondering what to do with the other half.