Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Monday Evening

[luckywithjacks]

Faraday had an apartment!

Faraday had had an apartment for three weeks now, but he'd finally decided to clean said apartment, since it had been left vacant for a while before he took up residence. So now he was...sitting on the floor surrounded by various bottles of cleaning supplies, trying to puzzle out what they were all for. "What was wrong with soap?" he muttered to himself, squinting at the back of a bottle of Windex.

((For that one Cajun.))

Comments

[luckywithjacks]

Hence Faraday displaying a previously unsuspected level of tact and not bringing it up. "Doesn't seem to be an option anymore, from what I can tell."

[wefindintheashes]

"Home is far more than a mere building," Goody replied, holding out his hand for some of that fine booze.

[luckywithjacks]

Goody, were you going to get maudlin on him? You were, weren't you? Dammit, Robicheaux.

Faraday handed him the bottle. "Really couldn't tell you."

[wefindintheashes]

He was not! He was just... getting maudlin. Damn it all.

"How have you done on your smart phone," Goody said, offering the bottle back after taking a swig.

[luckywithjacks]

"Damn thing died after a day and a half," Faraday grumped. "Don't see what the point is, spending that kind of money on something that don't last any longer than that."

Look, he didn't understand electricity, never mind charging things, and you couldn't very well expect him to read the manual, could you?

[wefindintheashes]

Which was why Goody read the damned thing for his own edification. And for Faraday. That too.

He threw his hands up in the air like he was asking the good Lord for assistance here. "You have to use the cord that came with it. Like... like a telegraph wire."