Somehow, the Scientist managed to scavenge something other than a snarl from his face. Wiping the droplets from his goggles, they picked up the mister, knuckles soon turning white.
‘Thank you, your concern is much appreciated’
The snarl metamorphosed into a grin. If that’s how the Tailor liked to play…
‘Say, that wasn’t much of a quick shot, wasn’t it? I suppose that the times I seemed to catch your face at the Department weren’t because of a job of yours, I must have been mistaken…’
Low blow and unnecessary, he was aware of it. But still, they couldn’t resist the temptation to poke back a little