"Ariadne?"

The girl stops and looks at Eames.

"Wanna see a nekkid photo of Arthur?" The forger asks.

Arthur stiffens in his swivel-chair.

"Wh-what?" Ariadne asks surprised.

They're behind the point man so he can't see them, just hear.

"A naked photo of Arthur," Eames says slowly. "Do you want to see it?"

"Well, I-I…"

"C'mon, girl, have a glance."

Arthur wonders what Eames is up to. He doesn't have any naked photos of him, or does he? But it's EAMES, for god's sake! Everything's possible with this man around.

"This is Arthur?"

"Yes," Eames says. "Believe me."

There is a sound of quick typing.

"Uhm, can you… make it bigger?"

Arthur stiffens even more. What's wrong with Ariadne? Shouldn't she be ashamed? Or something? And what Eames is showing her?...

"No, I'm afraid I can't. It's too small."

Arthur turns on his chair. It's enough for him.

"WHAT is too small?" he asks angrily blushing.

Eames giggles.

"You know WHAT, don't you?"

"NO, I don't."

Arthur leaves his chair and approaches his friends. He looks at the screen of Eames' notebook. And there is a cartoon-like picture: a big head on a small stick-body. Above it there are green letters in YOU ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME. He stares at the picture and then looks at Eames and Ariadne. They look at each other and burst on laughing.

"What?" the point man asks angrily. "What's wrong with you people?"

"I'm sorry, Arthur," Ariadne says still giggling. "But Eames is right."

"Right about what?"

"I wrote" – Eames maximalizes another window and reads: "Arthur was a model for this face. And that's what I'm right about."

"Oh, don't be angry, Arthur!" Ariadne taps his shoulder. "But that's EXATCLY the face you make. You've just made it!"

"And the rest… You're that skinny and that stick-ish, darling. That's you naked."

"Okay," Arthur facepalms. "Okay, I give up."

Eames giggles and opens another window. A picture with another cartoon-like face is seen. This time there is FUCK YEA above it's head.

"That's me." Eames touches the screen. "Fuck yea, darling."

Ariadne giggles.

"Well, if that's so… I look better naked," Arthur says.

"I bet you do, Mr. You Are Fucking Kidding Me."

"I do, Mr. Fuck Mea," the answer comes.

"I just LOVE you both together," Ariadne can't stop laughing. "It's fun. Always."

THE END