Napoleon Solo leaned against the bathroom door post, watching his partner brush his teeth at the sink. He took note that like many things Illya owned, the toothbrush had seen better days.
"Why don't you just spring for a new one?" He asked.
Illya rinsed and spit, washed the brush under the tap water and put it in his travel case before answering.
"Like many of my possessions, it is still serviceable. I see nothing wrong with it. And before you accuse me of being cheap...there is nothing wrong with frugality."
"Illya you make more than enough money to afford to buy yourself a few things...just what do you do with your money.? Lord know's I never see you spend it on anything.
The Russian walked out of the bathroom to the bed, stowing his shaving kit in his suitcase. They'd successfully completed their assignment, but their flight back to New York wasn't until the morning.
"I am saving it for a rainy day," he winked.
"Illya, may I remind you we're field agents and there's a good chance that rainy day won't come..."
"That is not your usual optimism," Illya quirked his head. " I suppose thinking like that, my friend, is why you are always broke."
"Speaking of broke, can you loan me ten bucks until pay day, I have a hot date with a blonde I met in the bar last night."
Illya closed his eyes, shaking his head as he took his wallet from his trouser pocket, withdrawing the cash. "You started this conversation just to lead to borrowing money from me again, did you not?" He smiled ruefully.
"Well I am a master strategist, thank you very much." Napoleon snatched the money from his partner's hand, saluting him.
"I will put that on your tab," the Russian added. "By the way, it is growing quite long again."
His words were lost as Napoleon Solo had already retreated out the door...