Tapping her pen against her pad, April frowned.

"Exactly how are we going to do this without it looking highly suspicious?"

A slow smile formed on Napoleon's face.

"I've got an idea. Don't we all owe Illya meals over past wages?"

"Don't remind me, darling. I'm probably in the hole for at least ten."

"So - we tell Illya that, if he's willing, we're going to start the new year by wiping the slate clean. We'll take turns feeding him for the entire month of January."

"You know, I think that would work."