"Not usually," Fjord offered, that faint grin shifting into a wry smile.

It was true! More or less.

"... I'd rather not think too hard about last week if I can help it. Went from all that to taking care of a rabbit. Who was also my boss."

"Yeaah," Fjord agreed, in that all-too-casual tone he sometimes used when he was not feeling terribly casual at all. "That she did."

Really, though. The only way he could be any more 'casual' would be if he started rocking on his heels and whistling.

There was a blush, though, faint though it was under all that green.

"No clue what you're talking about," Fjord replied.

Where 'replied,' was pronounced 'wheezed.'

Awkwardly.

"What, and risk knocking me over onto the mice?"

They were weird mice, Beau. Some of them had better-coordinated outfits than he did.

"... I was there when she turned back."

"Beau, it'd be terribly rude of me to divulge that information," Fjord said. In a tone that he hoped very much sounded chiding.

Mostly it just sounded increasingly awkward.

Helped along immensely by how fascinating the ceiling was, and the way his voice cracked a little somewhere in there.

Fjord cleared his throat, all the better to make words happen that were not squeaky disasters.

"I--" Ahem. "I mean. She was on a shelf. Knocked over some tools I went to clean up."

A pause.

"Landed on me."

Yeah, you could probably fry an egg on those big ears of his, for as hot as they were getting.

"Yeah," Fjord agreed, emphatically. He wasn't even sure what he was agreeing to, but if it would give him a moment to re-gain his composure, all the better. "But I fixed the supply closet door yesterday. So, day just about breaks even?"

He wasn't even sure what kind of math he'd just done to come to that conclusion.

"Well. Uh." Man couldn't blush any more, his face would explode.

"I mean, I might've hit my thumb with the hammer a few times."

He held up a hand with a bruised thumb and a busted nail by way of demonstration.

"... Probably not."

Even Fjord sounded a little dubious about that one.

"They grow back, anyway."

He'd had worse.

"Reasonably certain the wound isn't fatal," Fjord agreed, smiling wryly. "And I learned a hard lesson about paying attention to what I'm doing with a hammer."

"Yeah, I kn--" Wait for it. "Beau!"

Little slow on the uptake today, Fjordie.