DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INCEPTION.

ANOTHER QUESTION: Do you want Ariadne to tell Arthur that she is pregnant? Awaiting your answer- ergo, short chapter.

"That is fascinating."

"I know right?"

"Never ever?"

"Not for a few years now."

"Woah."

Eames waltzed over to the small circle of chairs where Arthur, Ariadne and Yusuf were sitting, deep in conversation.

"Ello, ello. What are you talking about?" he smiled.

"We were just telling Yusuf something interesting," Arthur said. "I don't think your small brain could handle it."

Eames frowned. "I beg to differ. What is it?"

"It's not that interesting," Ariadne said to Arthur. He shrugged.

"I think it is."

Eames smiled. "Have you told-"

"EAMES!" she cried. Arthur and Yusuf looked taken back by her response. Ariadne glared at him.

"So…um, what is this thing?" Eames quickly decided to change the subject.

Arthur sighed. "Well, we've discovered that every time Ari and I go under, our projections don't converge."

"On you or Ariadne?"

"Yep."

"…That is quite cool," Eames admitted.

"Cool? Just cool?" Yusuf cried. "This is outstanding. We've just created a new landmark in the world of lucid dreaming! Of course it's bloody cool!"

He reached behind him and started scribbling down notes in a used notepad.

"Your subconscious must be comfortable enough with the idea of having your image in the dream. Therefore, your projections see no need to converge on the image of the other person."

Eames stared at him. "…In English, please."

Yusuf sighed. "Because they know each other so well, the projections like them," he said as if explaining to a small child.

"Oh."

Arthur smirked. "Told you your tiny brain couldn't handle it."

"I could handle it just fine until he-" He pointed at Yusuf. "Tried to explain it."

"What's going on in here?"

Their heads snapped up in unison. Cobb was standing by the doorway. "So…are we planning to work today?"

"Yes, sorry Cobb," Arthur said while quickly standing up. "It was Eames's fault."

Eames's jaw dropped open. "Wha-"

"Eames, cut it out," Cobb said. Eames swivelled his head around for a couple of moments.

"This is bullshit!" he cried.

"Language," Ariadne teased.

"Fuck this."

Just a bit of lightheartedness. Could it be...the calm before the storm? MAWAHHHAHHHAHAHAHAH. *cough.*