When Fisher signed in return, Nico quirked a brow. He wasn't sure how much he liked that. He had enjoyed being able to infuriate Ingrid by having conversations that she didn't understand. Speaking of which, he vaguely wondered where she was and then decided he didn't care enough to ask right now. He was sure he would see her eventually.
"Must've finally broke out that book," he remarked, referring of course to the book that Lyle had said he had bought for Fisher but Fisher hadn't bothered to learn much of anything from it.
And then his attention was on Lyle, a bit of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I smell better now too." He moved to flop down on the sofa next to Lyle. "We may have to burn those sheets. They're more than a little rancid at this point."