[ As he settles back at his desk, John contemplates the suggestion as he turns on the light. The ocean? He hadn't seem much that suggested that, but he'll look again. ]
Was thinkin' chess pieces myself. Rooks, maybe.
[ Grabbing up a pen, he digs out his notes and begins transcribing them. A moment later, he glances at Crowley.
action;
Was thinkin' chess pieces myself. Rooks, maybe.
[ Grabbing up a pen, he digs out his notes and begins transcribing them. A moment later, he glances at Crowley.
You're workin' well with Kevin?