Re: claire's house: leo/claire
He shot her a look and then laughed as she pretended to die thanks to his overly ripe bacon. Leo believed he could have fed her a toad and she still wouldn't have died. Maybe been a little gassy, that's it. The cookie zombie grunted in approval. "Nice variety." He mumbled in his undead accent.
Leo took the phone and glanced over the notes, nodding. "What's your hunch about the motive?" He asked about the crime. Normally, the only hunch he respected was his own. But, when was Claire wrong about literally anything?
Seeing her giggle made his day, but he'd never admit that. She hugged the blue alien to her chest and he had this weird feeling of being welcomed back home. He didn't know how else to describe it and the thought itself was so awkward that he had to shoo it away from his mind as quickly as possible. "Alien!" He said at the end of her guessing. "He's in a cartoon, we'll watch it later after we overdose on cookies. It's like the nicest movie ever. I watched all of those when I was hiding out in Disneyland."