Partick had begun to chew on the ink pen he had grabbed from his pocket... to pretend he was taking notes. But he wasn't since he was CHEWING the pen. Yeah.
And that kid suggested things. He was a kid, yeah? He looked like it. Although he could just be... a really young looking old person. But then he spoke... and he was a kid. Yep.
"Well all of those things could be incorporated into the work areas, no? Correct me if I am wrong, Gab-- Ms. Schultz. Anyway can we do something FUN with the extra room? Like... put indoor trampolines in it?" COULD THEY? Because he was SURE that burning those endorphins got the old noggin working better. RIGHT? Right.
"But to be a bit more practical what about..." And he trailed off, pen back in his mouth.
He lost his train of thought.
Whatever. |