Leop laughed. "'Chewing on your brain.' Never heard that one. Gotta remember it, that's a good one."
Then he cracked his fingers, picking up the pencil he'd set down and taking the sketchbook back. "Glasswork's something Bolson and I share, depending on what the glass is needed for. If it's gotta stand up to the outside, it's on him. This sounds like it's for the inside, so that might be on me." He looked up at upstairs loft. "Bolson mentioned that you both wanted a window on the inside. I never would've thought of that one myself."
He looked up at Bolson. "That window sounds like it'd be the same kind as an outside window, though. What do you think?"