sweet sours

"I think I'd like you better if I had the graveyard shift," Vandham opines, the suggestion of a toothpick in his teeth and the hackles of Chausson sufficiently raised.

As if work, and work on the knife's edge at that, doesn't make them all patently unpleasant.

"Innuendo at the administrative console? I thought we'd taught you better than that, Jack."

Of course, Nagi cuts in to swiftly dispatch with any arguments about to erupt.

Jack couldn't imagine wearing Maurice's tight-collared shirt. Maurice couldn't imagine having a neck that wouldn't fit one.

At least they agree on their choice of mediator...?