A long time ago in a galaxy far far away...

Sitting in Fox and Fox, waiting for Michel-Ange to get done. No point in having Jim take me home, just to have to find a ride back again.
Shouldn't be long; he said half an hour or so. Angel: why don't you do some notes? I should've brought my keyboard - it would be way more practical to do them then.

*ponders* Thínk I'm going to go read a book.