((LOL. Tamora Pierce. Terrier. XD))

 "Sinse when did I say you were?" Lanen asked, her eyes widening in question. "I dont care that you were-slash-are a dog. I might as well've been one too." She took a breath. "As.sas.sin at age seventeen through nineteen. Wasnt the best, wasnt the worse. I got blood on my hands too," She held them up, palms out, to Halien as if it were still visible. "A slip an' a pop mostly, but still blood. But people change."

(( Lolz, I just realized I might've quoted it Xd Randomly said the first thing that came to mind. I love that book o3o))

Laughing grimly, Halien shook his head. "I pull everyone down with me. I started my a.ssa.ssination business when I was 10. Dang good at it too. Settled blood feuds quicker and neater than anything. I was 6, when I took up thievery,and I've kept it up until now. Kait was once a city girl you know, cute, innocent, easily influenced." Halien sighed, staring at the wall. "Dragged her down. I stayed as a hired murderer until I was 13, then switched off to see the world, claim whatever the world had to offer of me. It's hard to change a past you've so easily embraced. And it's even harder to change the future in which your past is tangled up in like a cat and a piece of string."

Grinning at his co-worker's wit, Hale managed a glimmer of a smile. "Nice logic, but I feel like you don't understand the logic yourself" He allowed, pulling out some other stuff from the hole he had fallen into.

(( why're we using animal analogies? o3o))

((No idear. XD))

 Lanen shrugged. "I probably dont." She walked over and peered into the hole. "Any other stuff in there? Maybe a baked potato? I couldnt eat the chicken." She thought. "Right away anyway. There would've been a huge process..." Rabbit tracks, The small corner of her mind that was actually capable of thought chimed in.

Lanen bit her lip and smiled. "Oh, very nice, Halien." She snorted, shaking her head and chuckling, rubbing the marks on her arms as she did so. "Pour the milk in the grain an' we've got...oatmeal." She made a face and shuddered, muttering under her breath about the evils of the stuff.

((Im feeling rather listless today....if could be the 4 hours sleep I got....0o)) 

Halien winked at her, and began folkding to bowl into something smal and flat. "foldable bowl." H eshrugged, and continued to fold. By the time he was finished, it was shaped into an elegant paper crane. "Cost me a fortune to steal this from some foreign prince or something. So very useful, but so very weird. Especially with the hinges." He shrugged and slid it back into his pocket. Dripping some honey onto his finnger he placed it in his mouth and allowed it to drip into his throat.

((that's how my cousin eats honey o3o I'm like, 'WHO ARE YOU?! A BARBARIAN!?))

((I just pour it into my mouth. XD))

"That's just weird," Lanen replied, referring to the bowl."Bowls ore s'posed to be stationary. Which is a reason I like em." She shrugged and started spinning in a circle, arms held out from her sides.

Looking at her oddly, Halien asked, "And what're you doing? Calling for help?" He chuckled and started pouring the honey in his mouth, hungry enough to eat the whole bottle. "You never know about that. I mean, bowls are fairly useful weapons. Especially the china ones. Man, those hurt"