"Shut up! Fit Mario is your Uncle Billy!?" Nikola burst out in a cackle, remembering the red shirt he had worn with his overalls and his mispronunciation of her name just as Flora highlighted it. "Oh, no, I had no idea that was that Billy! I thought he was someone the building manager recommended, HA!"
Feigning injury from the playful punch leveled at her, she slumped into a chair and draped an arm across her face as if she actually had some shame.
"I don't know, I'll need to see his collection of flannel shirts before making a decision. I'm also not fond of being locked in towers by giant fire-breathing lizards and forced to make endless cakes. Nothing against the cake of course." Peeking out from under her arm to see if Flora had taken pity on her stricken ruse, she ruined it with another laugh.
"Oh, pffts. You are forever selling your own contributions short. Without you in the mix we would still be keyless, so I'm glad that I am on your side and not the side of crime! Evil-doers, they will pay! Or what have you."
Rambling into her coffee cup as she drank down the last of it, she perked up at the mention of shrimp. "Augh, seriously, I'm growing heavier the more we talk about it. I'm picturing those seasoned oils."
Mimicking a drool, she bent her head over the pictures with the other woman. "You transferred them from email," Nike repeated as if she were proud of something a toddler had done. It was by no means a sign that she thought less of Flora's intelligence, only that the other woman sometimes seemed so in tune with a life outside of phones and computers and the like that it pleasantly surprised her when she made inroads into something like routine use. Eyes roving over the images alongside the watchful pair of her partner, she nodded, "Two copies is a stellar idea, I hadn't even considered that."
Eyes forlorn as the bakery box closed on another surprise breakfast, the dark-haired woman cracked a smile as her hair was ruffled and swatted after the other detectives's hips as she exited the room. Calling after her she added, "Hmm, we can take the sampling kit in case we want to swab for blood or anything else interesting we find. We can have the testing done at the lab. Is the luminol still in the fingerprinting kit? We might need that also, if not."
Pouring herself and quickly downing another half-cup of black coffee, Nikola finished tidying the kitchen and bounded to her desk to read over a few more documents and update her notes before they left. She also made sure to make glossy photocopies of the pictures Flora had obtained through her father's contacts, making sure to back up the digital prints on both her own devices and their spare drive as well. Pinning the last of them up onto their evidence boards, she glanced out of the window at the rain and then to her partner.
"Ready to saddle up the blue battleaxe?" She inquired, referring to the car.
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