"It's too late to act surprised." The artist frowned. "Being deadpan about it doesn't help, either." He yelled through the door, where his note had come from. He frowned, wishing the door in the room he was in could be locked from the inside. Even if it was silly, he still somehow, wanted some excitement, possibly.
Hawks smirked. "Well, we're at my place alone and I am cooking for you, who else did you think it would be from?" Hawks asked as he cheerfully served up some pancakes for Smiley. "What do you want on them?"











