Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
It was a lot of dream for an office. Kit's didn't really expand outward, they were quiet ruminations, kept entirely to himself. They didn't need real estate, or brand name coffee and he hadn't seen the lab but he could extrapolate from what he had seen. And from what he understood. "I'm not sure coffee needs a lot of preparation," Kit said, "Other than the obvious."
But ah. The hypothetical sidestepped into the actual. Kit hadn't noticed it coming, which was rather dull-witted of him and he rubbed the flat of his thumb over his chin as he contemplated Tory who was smiling as if he'd made a particularly complicated theorum work.
"I meant the Capital," he said, acquiescing, "And well played."