Mozzie stares at Neal for a moment, then sighs.
"I would suggest that discretion is the better part of valor if I thought he even understands the word."
"Valor?" El's voice bubbles with laughter.
"Thanks for the faint praise, Moz." Neal has no idea what they're talking about.
"No problem." Mozzie looks at El. "What do you call it, by the way?"
"You like it?"
"'Like' is not the term I would use. 'Am appalled by' is closer to the mark."
"I think it's sweet."
"I think it's, what is the word I'm looking for? - oh yes, suicidal."
Neal thinks this level of obscurity, normal for Mozzie, does not suit El. "What are you two talking about?"
El smiles. "Candy Creme."
"Sorry I enquired." Mozzie huffs. "So where is he?"
"Who?" Neal asks, at the same time El says, "He went in earlier."
"You know he'll -"
"No he won't."
"But if he -"
"He already does." She gurgles at the way Mozzie suddenly looks at them. "So does Neal."
"Didn't either -?"
"It was dark."
"Don't tell me. And you?"
"I think it's -"
Then Peter comes charging round the corner, rather more tetchy than at all necessary this early in the day. "El, what is everyone laugh-?" He stops, staring at Neal.
Who is staring right back.
"Peter, you have a pair of pink lips on your chin."
"And you have one on your nose."
El chortles again. "All the way down the street... sorry, darlings, it was just so sweet, on both of you."
"Candy Creme," Neal says faintly.
"Goes beautifully with Neal's shirt, too..." She says blithely, holding out a handkerchief. "But not at the office, not yet anyway."
Mozzie sighs. "I did not need to find out about you this way, people..."
- the end -