Detective Lassiter walked into the police station in an uncharacteristically good mood. Why shouldn't he be happy? He'd closed two cases that morning, by himself, he had a good lunch, and Shawn Spencer and his annoying little sidekick hadn't been around in weeks. All was right with the world.
His good mood immediately vanished, however, when he saw his desk. Shawn Spencer was behind it, looking at his computer, touching his keyboard with his grimy, pineapple juice covered fingers. Gus was standing behind him, equally engrossed in whatever they were looking at on the screen.
"What are you two doing here?" He demanded, storming over to his desk. Shawn looked up at him, the very picture of insolent innocence.
"You know, Lassie, someone is always asking us that. We do work for the Department."
"But you don't work at my desk. Go away."
Shawn pushed the chair away from the desk.
"What were you looking at, anyway?" Lassiter asked, taking his seat and glancing at the screen, not sure he wanted to know.
"Pineapple Upsidedown Cake recipes?"
"I tried to make one in my Easy Bake Oven. It didn't turn out so good…" Shawn explained with a shrug.
"You have a million windows open on this thing!" Lassister grumbled, x-ing out of at least a dozen pages of worthless internet fluff. Message Boards, Fanfic sites…was there nothing these two wouldn't do to waste time?
Shawn and Gus began to walk away, undoubtedly on their way to harass someone else who had an actual job to do.
Then he saw The Woods Tea Company website.
"Get back here!" He called.
"What?" Shawn asked.
"Who else was using my computer? Someone was looking at the Woods Tea Company webpage. There is no way you two yahoos could appreciate their sophisticated brand of folk music."
"Uh, you got that right," Shawn agreed.
"Umm…actually, that was me." Gus admitted sheepishly.
"You? Gus, I'm disappointed. I thought I broke you of that Folk habit." Shawn shook his head mockingly.
"You're a Folkie, Guster?" Lassiter asked, cocking a doubtful eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah. There's going to be a huge Folk Festival in the park next week. I was just checking out if the Woods Tea Company were going to be there."
"Well, it wouldn't be a Folk Festival without them."
"You know that's right."
"Are they coming?"
"They're playing Saturday and Sunday. I already have my ticket."
"I'll have to buy mine today," Lassiter realized suddenly. "I meant to get one months ago."
"Well, I have an extra one," Gus offered. "I got one thinking I might take a date…"
"And then you realized that no woman on earth would be seen dead with you at a Folk Festival?" Shawn offered helpfully.
"No," Gus shot back. "Her uncle died and the funeral is next weekend."
"Oh, Gus. There was no uncle." Shawn sighed.
"You wouldn't mind?" Lassiter asked, ignoring Shawn as usual.
"No, why not? I'll drop the ticket off tomorrow."
"Great. I'll see you there."
Lassiter smiled, a slightly disconcerting sight. Shawn and Gus walked off.
"Dude, do you know what you just did?" Shawn asked quietly.
"Yeah. I got rid of an extra ticket I couldn't use anyway."
"No. Dude, you just made a date…with Lassie!"