* Claire|yard wanders out to the yard, clutching 1) an extremely tall boy's arm and 2) a laptop.
"Anyone? Hell, Grey knows what I do and now he won't even look at me. I walk in a room and he starts to...." Ha, ha, let's go Fish.
* Fish glances over his shoulder. ...Arg. Right. Time for walkies. No offense, kids.
* West|yard salutes; it works out
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