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There are quite a number of brightly colored plastic things all over the floor in Milliways. We're talking, easily thirty of each four types of manipulatives.

All

Over

The

Floor

You have not even SEEN a mess before you have seen the way a toddler can mess up a room with a bunch of tiny plastic toys. As for the toddler in question, she is planted somewhere in the middle of the mess, playing with the toys. She is still wearing the shirt with names all over it (BOO! being the prominent one) and the house shoes that jingle and sing. Every once in awhile she'll wiggle her feet and either jinglejingle or "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" can be heard. And next to her is a pink adult sized throw made out of what is possibly the softest material ever.

Oh the fun she's having.

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Boo dashes in the apartment, runs over to the desk, climbs up on the chair and pushes her face against the glass of Fred's fishtank.

"F'ED ISS HII!" She waves to him.

Then she looks back at Bill and points (needlessly) to the fish residing in the tank.
"OOOK F'ED ISS!"

Momentarily distracted by the Boo-sized blur, Kate laughs as she steps inside.

"That's Fred," she says, and inclines her head toward the tiny plastic house nestled at the bottom of the tank, "and Fred's house, which was all Boo's idea."

She steps closer, just in case Boo wobbles off the chair.

"Who was she?"

Curiosity, not suspicion.

Bill heads over to the tank and bends down to look inside, wincing a bit when he does it, then nodding at Boo.

"Look at that, there he is. Howdy, Fred. Nice house you got in there."

He turns back over his shoulder to look at Kate and then straightens up, offering another shrug.

"She's uh...well she said she was the um, devil." He turns back to the tank again rather quickly and points, "So how'd ya'll catch Fred?"

Boo beams at the compliment to Fred's house. IT IS A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE, ISN'T IT? MY IDEA, MY IDEA, MY IDEA!

She smushes her face against the glass some more and gleeeees when Fred moves.
"OOOOK!" Not taking her eyes off of Fred.

Kate notices the stiffness in Bill's movements when he stands, but doesn't comment.

" -- the devil? As in, the devil?"

She's ignoring Bill's question for the moment. Apologies to Fred, but Satan kind of takes precedence.

"He's a fast one all right." Bill nods to Boo's pointing and continued enthusiasm.

Seeing his avoidance tactics aren't working, as always, he slowly turns back to Kate and this time the shrug is just one shoulder, "Yeah? I think. That's what she said, anyways."

Watching Boo's antics, Kate absorbs this with a slow nod; it just makes sense that Satan can be found in Milliways, too.

"And what, exactly, was she trying to teach you with that?" she asks, nodding toward the envelope.

Again, it's just curiosity, not suspicion.

His hand runs absently over the top of the envelope, "Just tryin to show me that...well, that my marriage is only counting cus I'm lettin it."

Pause and careful look for her reaction.

Kate might do a slight double-take.

" -- oh."

She licks her lips and tucks a lock of hair behind one ear, checking to make sure Boo isn't in danger of falling before speaking again.

"I hadn't, um, thought of that."

Has this been the solution all along?

Bill nods slowly, "Yeah. She said all there was to do is burn the napkin, get rid of the ring an be done with it. Even suggested I did it with you there..."

His hesitancy might show how much he's been mulling this over, still without a decision. It makes sense but a.)it sounds to easy and b.) it's the devil's idea.

Kate bites the inside of her cheek, considering Bill's words.

It can't be that simple — can it?

"Think it's that ... easy?"

The hesitation in her voice is unmistakable; this is advice from Satan ...

"I don't know." He admits. "I haven't been entirely sure if a bar can even marry people. And it wasn't something I wanted so..."

He indicates the envelope in his hands, "She gave me this to show it's all just papers. There's more here than what I got with Lilly and I sure ain't gonna call this stuff legit."

Kate nods, her eyes unconsciously flicking to the silver chain around Bill's neck.

She wants it to be this easy, this simple.

But ... there's always a 'but,' isn't there?

"It makes sense," she says quietly, looking back to Boo as Boo waves at Fred again. "But — "

And there it is.

" ... do you think you can trust her?"

There is always that 'but' and it always makes life more difficult.

"Well I don't think I pissed her off." He says after a moment, "An she never asked for my soul."

He flashes a light smile at her but the decision has already pretty much been made.

It counts. Denying it or ignoring it won't make it go away.

"That's good," she tells him with a soft chuckle. "Maybe even a first for you."

She looks back over in time to catch his smile, one that's shadowed with something she can't quite see. Something that puts a hollow ache in her stomach.

It's too easy to be true, and they both know it.

"I did promise you I was gonna try." He makes the smile he gives this time stronger as he pushes past yet another disappointment.

"You did."

She reaches over and gives his fingers a gentle, encouraging squeeze.

He gives her a grateful smile and then turns back to Boo and nods at the tank.

"So, how did ya'll catch him? Minnow net?"

Boo, who has been staring into the fishtank lovingly while the two adults talked about boring stuff, brightens when the conversation turns back to more interesting (read: fishy) topics.

"F'ED ISS WIM! WAD'R! HOS!" She nods excitedly and points outside.

"A net would've been smart," Kate laughs.

"We just borrowed a plastic bag from Bar, and Boo helped herd him over so he'd swim into it."

The plan was obviously brilliant in its simplicity.

"An that worked?" Obviously it did, they do have the fish to show for it but he's still surprised.

"Good job." He smiles and taps on the tank, "Won't be long before he's fish stick size."

Boo TURNS and STARES at Bill with WIDE EYES.

"F'ed iss b'fas?!"

FISH STICKS HAVE FREDS IN THEM?

PEOPLE EAT FREDS?

THIS IS A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY. IT MUST BE STOPPED IMMMMMMMMMMMMEDIATELY.

She is obviously getting quite upset about this.

Above and behind Boo, Kate winces at Bill.

"Fred isn't breakfast, Boo ... "

Which is kind of true. Mostly, even.

And she's given Bill the first half-step to get out of this metaphorical hole they've suddenly found themselves in.

"No! No, course not." Bill shakes his head quickly, "No one would eat Fred. Especially not for breakfast."

It's a little too late to call Bill wise but he does refrain from going on to say how fish for breakfast is gross but lunch and dinner are fine.

"I was only kiddin. Fred ain't gonna be eaten. Cus he's safe, in here, with his house an what not."

Boo looks from one to the other uncertainly.

"No b'fas?"

They have the Adult-Hiding-Something expression, so she's not sure if she can trust them.