"Saturday's kept intentionally blank in case I feel like I gotta be flingin' your door open," Reno decided. It was good that she liked his nose. His nose was sore, but it was fond of sloppy daiquiri-scented kisses, just as much as the rest of him.

"You wanna come in some more so's I can close my door, then? The paperwork might get away or somethin', yoto."

No, it probably wouldn't. But this was Fandom, and he'd been working on that garbage for over a week now, and he'd been almost done, and now there was more.

If his paperwork did go running out the door, he was going to burn the island down. And then maybe he'd cry like a fucking baby.