"Very bad candy. The super sweet stuff that rots your teeth," Sam agreed. "You'll swing back around later, not that there's ever a lot of decent stuff out there. Lately its all memoirs and gossip books full of name dropping."
Sam blinked and then looked like he'd been hit between the eyes. "Well... Damn." He hadn't even thought of that. "No... No, I don't think there's rules about where we meet," he admitted. "And now I feel pretty dumb. I never thought of that." Maybe he'd do both. Fix up the office, and look into finding someplace less... formal, to meet. He motioned to the window. "Man, why do you think I need some curtains?"
Sam smirked. "Yeah. I know. Uniforms for the 'Keepers, too. I got out of the family business though, so I don't have to worry about keeping my whites white, thank goodness." He rolled his eyes. "Sure, just rocks. And Career Academies, and stone masons, and sculptures. You been sniffing the burlap, Barnes."