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And Your Bird Can Sing, 2:01
"Derek! How'd you even get in here?"
He smirks at Casey, and holds up the small, golden key. "Spare key, under the flower pot."
"I just… Melanie!"
"The redhead? Yeah. Just left. Nice a—"
"Finish that sentence, and I'll get the meat cleaver from the kitchen."
Derek laughs. "Casey. You may think you've got everything you want, but I know you. Something's missing for you. Life's just…"
"Boring," she finishes quietly, twirling her desk chair around, heels dragging on the ground. "I don't have a job, Derek. I couldn't pay rent on any apartment, even if I'm sharing with you."
"There's the beauty of this plan!" Derek exclaims. "If Dad and Nora realize we're doing this, they wouldn't have to pay for room and board. Then, some of the money they're shelling out to Queenscould be in our pockets."
"Yeah. For rent."
"Which means I only need one job, and you wouldn't have to be so…frugal."
"You were going to call me cheap, weren't you?"
"Eh."
The non-committal answer has her seeing red. "Okay."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
He beams at her, and she's reminded of Marti. "So? You wanna see it? Our new apartment?"
"Sure. Derek, put my key back."