Day 4. On a date
"It looks like he's on a date." Myka said quietly to Pete, both of them sitting in side by side arm chairs at the B&B, watching Artie through the open door to the next room. "Oh my god, you're right. Do you think it actually is?" Pete asked. Myka stared at Pete for a moment, waiting for him to make any indication that he wasn't serious. "No. No Pete. I don't think it's an actual date." she said, exasperated with her partner. Meanwhile, Artie worked busily at the dining table, the bedazzler sitting opposite of him. He had taken a break from it, and was instead going through case files that he had prepared previously for Pete and Myka, intending on giving it to them when he had insured that everything they would need was in the files. It was the candle, burning with a slightly stuttering flicker in the middle of the table, that gave the whole situation the appearance of a date. The lightbulb to the nearest lamp had gone out and apparently the B&B was out of lightbulbs, so rather than go find one, Artie had lit a candle. The light was, well, candlelight, but he made do. From Pete and Myka's out-of-the-room point of view, Artie appeared to be facing the bedazzler, candlelight flickering between them both. Their inability to see the papers that Artie was reading made it look like he was just shuffling his hands around on the table. "This is getting out of hand. Maybe we should take it away from him..." Pete said quietly to Myka, who nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I think this is getting unhealthy. Also, he bedazzled some of my socks last week..." "What about your socks?" said Artie, entering the room with two manilla folders. "I...I was telling Pete...how much I loved them!" Myka said, reaching out to receive her folder. Pete nodded when Artie looked at him for confirmation. "Yeah, Myka was just telling me how she would like some more socks." said Pete as he opened his own folder, avoiding Myka's glare. Artie beamed, "Good! I'm glad you like them. The bedazzling gives me something to do, so you can expect some more then, if you want them." Myka nearly protested, but instead nodded defeatedly. "Anyway, as you'll see, you two are headed New York. Something is causing trouble and, yeah, you know what to do. Go!" said Artie, walking back to the dining table and turning on the bedazzler. "Oh, Myka! You'll have some socks waiting when you get back." said Artie cheerily. Myka managed a pained smile before hurrying out the door with Pete. "I'll kill you for that." she muttered. "Worth it!" said Pete victoriously.