"Hmm, but Spencer tends to frown when he discovers the reason why he can't get his phone from the set is because I glued it there..." Jazz teased.
Ray finished and stood up, looking at Jazz expectantly. She tipped her head, studying the display for a minute, then nodded. "That's good. Let's leave it like that."
As Ray locked the case back up, whistling to himself, Jazz turned fully to Roxy. "Well actually. Very well. How about you? Married life everything you hoped it'd be?"