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[Busily looking for some dry clothes and towels.]

Yeah, you probably shouldn't touch anything until I clean up. If I knew we'd be trapped here today I would have done it this morning!

[Touching all kinds of things, neener neener whatcha gonna do about it.]

Are you concerned that I might be looking for something to fob off on my fellow condemned? You needn't worry. The men of the clink are only interested in certain types of contraband; I doubt I would find any such things in a house of justice.

Nah, I know you're not a thief.

[Puts a towel and dry shirt into Simon's hands, then wanders off a bit again, apparently forgetting the fact that it's impossible for Simon to change while wearing cuffs.]

Want any coffee? Or hot cocoa?

Coffee, as black as the night and bitter as the grave.

[Bobby takes off his wet coat. So he just has a wet red shirt clinging to his pecs.]

Not even a little cream in it?

[To the kitchen!!]

Well, I'm not sure if this is really better than your cell, with all the cozy furniture they've been giving prisoners, but make yourself comfortable!

Bah! Cream is for the weak.

[Does he sneak a peek at those pecs? Of course he does. But that's all; the most important objective to fulfill here is to plop himself down on Fool Bright's couch and get it as wet as possible until the dotard remembers to come take his handcuffs off.]

Huh... I was certain you were a cream-in-your-coffee kind of guy...

[Returns in some minutes with coffee for Simon and a hot cocoa for himself.]

You should get out of that wet coat before you catch a cold, Prosecutor Blackquill!

I was, once. But as I learned early on, the damned may show no such weakness. Now I even put a hot pepper in my moonshine, as hard and as sharp as Taka's very own talons.

[Taking the coffee and giving it a sip.]

Aren't you forgetting something, Fool Bright?

What? Your birthday?? The anniversary of our partnership??? Did I leave the stove on????

I'll give you a hint: It's something I can — and perhaps even will — use to strangle hollow-headed dotards.

What do you-- oh! Your shackles! But... I'm really not allowed to take those off of you outside of your cell...

Surely you must realize I cannot remove my surcoat with these abominable manacles in place. Or perhaps you wish me to catch ill and hasten my demise at no expense to the state?

You're right, your well-being more important. Okay, hold on a second.

[Takes out the key and kneels down in front of the couch to unlock the cuffs.]

[Once they're off, he gets up and takes off his coat, shoving it at Bobby.]

Hang this up somewhere. I won't have it smelling musty in the morning.

[Bobby doesn't seem to think there's anything dangerous about turning his back on an unrestrained convict to hang up his coat.]

So what are we doing next, Prosecutor Blackquill? Working on the case? Unfortunately, the files got wet, too...

[Lucky for him Simon really does just want to get into dry clothes.]

Do you have cable?

Nope, I haven't had much time to watch TV so I let my subscription run out.

[Turning back to look at Simon.]

...Aren't you going to take off the rest of your clothes?

[Doesn't answer that, but does start taking off the rest of his clothes.]

Hmph. In that case, how do you fritter away your spare time?

[Puts some dry clothes by him as he waits for him to finish stripping, not offering him any privacy. Just some nice bright whites and colors to lighten up Simon's attire.]

I go wherever I'm needed, helping the downtrodden in my pursuit of justice! Why, just yesterday I spent the whole morning holding doors open for people.

[Drying himself off without a care for privacy. He's judging your clothes though. Judggginnggg.]

And when there is nowhere you are needed?

...Oh, nothing special, really. I feed my fish, practice catchphrases in front of a mirror, get 9 hours of sleep a night...

[Simon clearly has no taste.]

Come now, not even you can be so singularly dull. What do you do when your chums come to visit? If you don't tell me, I promise my imagination will be even more mortifying for you than the reality.

Well, you're the first person I've had over here in a long time, Prosecutor Blackquill.

. . .

Aren't you going to get out of your wet clothes? If you're worried about me watching, you may change in the other room.

...But I really shouldn't leave you unattended for even a moment.

I'd better put these back on you, anyway. [Picks up shackles.]