"How do you do that?" T-bag asked sitting next to Scofield at the lunch table, hip bones touching as he watched the other man fold an ordinary piece of white paper into a crane.
Michael chuckled, "Patience, and a lot of practice."
T-bag just nodded, "let me guess, Pretty. One of those things you just had a natural knack for and you've been makin' 'em every day since you was an ickle."
"More like something I tried to learn a zillion times till I finally got so fed up that I sat down with twenty different books in the library and tried all the instructions till I made one," Michael corrected as he creased the paper crisply with his thumb nail.
"And now you make one everyday?"
"The Chinese say if you make 1,000 in a year you'll have good luck for the rest of your life," Michael said as he inside reversed a fold and gave the crane a beak.
T-bag smirked at that and tilted his head looking as Michael blew into the belly of the crane to puff it's body out, "It's for the luck then."
"Mostly so I won't forget how it's done. Repetition is the easiest way to learn something. Recently I use them as a calling card, someone sees one, they know I'm looking out for them."
"What's this one for then?" Bagwell asked tilting his head.
Michael took a moment, smiling to himself before putting the crane on the other's tray. He stood, dumped his tray and left in a hurried, almost embarrassed fashion. T-bag smiled at that and shook his head; he picked up the crane, turned it around and then glided it into his pocket.