Disclaimer: I don't own Warehouse 13. I don't make any money from these writings. It helps me get through the day, and it's just fun to write.

A/N: Yes, this fic is hinting at Leena/Claudia. You might not see it, but I see it. I'm not just putting them together because they're there. This story isn't overtly shippy, just fluffy day in the life stuff. Thanks for anybody who reads this.

A/N2: Not so much a story, as a series of events that happen around the inn, and town.

Leena told herself that she didn't need to check in on Claude. She didn't need to hear the soft whisperings of genius happening. But she found her feet pulling her toward the room at the far end of the inn. Her ear pressed against the cold wood of the door.

The door flew open, Leena fell forward.

"Whoa there Silver." Claudia stood still, her hands barely touching Leena's arms. "Retreat."

Leena jumped back. Her eyes searched the hall for something to do. Empty handed she turned to Claudia. "Thought that maybe you have some laundry, maybe, for me?"

"Aw, we're buddying up. You don't have to do that." Claudia opened her door wide and pointed at a small metal hamper near her closet. "All I need is that."

"And that is?"

"The Claude Cleaner." Claudia walked over to the hamper. Leena stayed by the door. "Well, come on. Lean on Me."

She rolled her eyes before going inside. Posters of obscure bands, and movies hung on every surface. Leena doubted that Claudia even remembered the color of the walls. She stepped over a tool belt and came to stand in front of the hamper with an inch of space between her and Claude. "Yes?"

"Claude Cleaner, this is Leena. Leena, CC." Claudia held up a finger and turned her head to listen.

"Hello, Leena. How may I help you?" CC's mechanical voice spouted from hidden speakers.

Leena felt the waves of glee floated off of Claudia, but there was some underlying emotion just beneath the surface. Something not negative, but not positive. It was waiting for something. Claudia scrunched up her nose, and bit her lip. Leena smiled and leaned toward CC, it brought her closer to Claude. She could feel the soft breathing against her cheek.

"See."

"It can say hello?" Leena touched it and drew her hand back when the lid popped up. "Nice."

The glee faded a bit, and that second feeling floated toward the surface with every second gone.

"Not just that, it's like a sonic washer/dryer." Claudia looked at her watch. "Hey, I gotta jet. I'll show you more later. Don't trip on anything. Just close the door when you leave." Claudia grabbed her jacket from the hook near the door, and Leena heard her stomp down the stairs.

Mad whisperings. Mad scientist. If the contraption managed to work it might be a blessing. No way she was going to use one of the artifacts to clean her inn. It might turn their skin purple. Maybe she could get Claudia to show her exactly how it worked later.