Office hours, Wednesday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot straightened up from where he'd been installing screens behind the vent grates. He hadn't held office hours since the unfortunate gremlin incident three weeks ago, and he wasn't taking any chances with ending up convinced he was something considerably worse than a giant six year old bird.

Val looked at the vent and then up at Eliot and whimpered. He sighed and scratched behind her ears. "Yeah, I know. But I ain't crazy this time. And besides, these vents are too small for Parker, anyway."

Yeah, the similarities to his lovely psychotic break wasn't helping his peace of mind much, either. But at least he hadn't busted out any bear traps.

[Open office is open! Just not to gremlins.]

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[vdistinctive]

Now there was a mental image.

"See, now, most people would do that in the opposite order."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison just looked at him. "First of all, we're thieves. When we ever do anything like other people do? Second, we're us. Even more of all that, c'mon now!"

[vdistinctive]

"Yeah, what you seem to be missin' is that there are reasons some things are done the way they're done, Hardison."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I'll let you explain 'em to Parker then."

[vdistinctive]

"Alright, but I'm usin' that 'on a table with a bow' line." He smiled. "Maybe it'll give her ideas."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Put money down first," Hardison advised. "You know it perks her right up."