Shawn arched an eyebrow, and just smirked. He could get used to this. It was like they really were psychic.
Shifting towards the staircase, Shawn scaled it and started exploring upstairs. It felt a little weird to actually be in here- but he had to admit that he'd always been a little curious as to what 'ole Lassy kept around.
The decor was fairly modest. Neat, clean. (Except for the portions of the house that had clearly been attended to by 'himself', which were a little rumpled and disturbed.) But the clash of neat vs. otherwise was kind of nice. Comforting. And there wasn't a snow globe in sight.
For shame.
Pulling out one of the drawers in a study upstairs, he dug around in it with interest. Part of him had always wondered just how many guns Lassiter kept around.