She didn't help him, even though it was her fault the window broke anyway.

"Y'know, you could at least replace the table ornaments that are still in one piece.' Callen said.

" It will be fine. "

"Just replace some of them at least. They'll ask questions if stuf looks out of place. And if they ask, you're answering, because I'm having a royal time cutting up my hands over here."

" Let them ask questions. The table will live without ornaments. "

Callen grumbled something about, "people whove never been on the receiving end of trouble" and replaced a few. Just because he could. He'd seen what happened when things looked out of place, goodness knows how man y times he'd had to drag his father's advisor's grandsons out of some ruckus.


(yes I mean Nicote and Newt and hteir couin, Owen. Mostly Owen.)

(Lol)

She rolled her eyes, curling up on the couch. She was growing increasingly bored.

Calen flopped back on hi s chair and looked at the clock again. "I sear I spend my days cleaning up after a everyone...." he mumbled.

" It happens. " She said to him, sitting up and also looking up at the clock. It had only been 10 minutes.

"At least once a week, unfortunately. My father's advisor's grandsons are.....troublesome, we shall say." Callen sighed. "And that's the grandsons. THe girls are way worse."