Jamie shook his head, making a face. "Not really," he said honestly. He did miss the busier pace of the detective business he helped run, but it seemed that lately mutant husbands had stopped cheating on their mutant wives and mutant bodies had stopped turing up on the streets. Both good things for the general public, but bad for business in general.
"There's more to do up here." Jamie shook the mustard bottle before squeezing it out onto his bread. "Well, there was. I was hoping Erik would have something else for me to do. The wireless is done, so... I don't know what else."