Gotcha, Much replied, and went to do his best to sweettalk Rex into letting him leave early.
He eyed all the cameras he could see on his way to Leila's, lamenting that the legends had never given him superpowers. Like laser eyes. Why couldn't he have laser eyes?
Ten to five he arrived at Leila's place. He didn't have dinner, but it felt too early to eat anyway and he was planning to get something delivered. Part of this was in the vague-but-persistent hope that his hands would be too busy to cook, but honestly Much wasn't sure how realistic that idea was. Persistent, though. Very.
He rapped on her door, then turned the handle to let himself in. "Not a moment after six," he called out, with a bit of a grin.