Good kid, Conan. Fixing the messes that Volkner makes. You’re a trooper. The taller blonde pauses as a goldfish bowl is shoved into his hands. “The hell is this?”
He holds it up to the light. “I didn’t know you kept goldfish.”
Yeah, always cleaning up your messes. Conan was a trooper for that, alright. Not that he particularly enjoyed it. He clicked around the screen a few times, focusing on it while talking.
“Oh.. those? I won them at a booth during the festival.” A short pause. Several mouse clicks were to be heard. “I thought you might want to keep them in your shop or something.”
