The Finder: Saturday at eight [...]
Tim blinks a bit, tilting his head, then nods, speaking quietly. “Anything you have we could borrow- we don’t know what we’re dealing with, but it’s not weak.” He offers her a small smile. “I hate to impose, really.” He shakes his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. “In any case, we’re hardly here to talk about business! A knife, if you would, let’s get this pizza ready before it gets cold!”Tim gives her an innocent look, still out from under his eyelashes, a hint of a smirk dancing around the corners of his mouth. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Messy~” He glances over, eyes widening a fraction. “Not that drawer, the next, dear. Sorry, I’ve reshuffled the kitchen recently, to accommodate…” He gestures towards the drawer. “To accommodate the weapons stock for whatever’s coming after us.”“I can lend you some AI knives,” Messy says promptly. “And a couple of laser cannons. I’ve got a whole cache of things in the back, really, I’ve been trying to offload them for ages…”
