“If you were a well-trained assassin I expect you could take someone out with a good pen nib. Or a quill, depending on how historical we’re being. If you sharpened the—”
Andy’s loudest assistant director voice interrupted with, “Quiet on the set, I mean it this time, or I’ll murder all of you!”
Colby looked at Jason; Jason looked at Colby. They both, in unison, looked at the pen on Stephen’s writing-desk.
The corners of Colby’s mouth quirked up.
Jason gave up and laughed.
Jill sighed, but fondly; it was still early in the day, and Jason had the impression that she liked seeing Colby smile.
They did the scene. They did the scene again. Colby stepped into Jason’s arms without trepidation, by then, as far as Jason could tell.
He didn’t have proper pockets. Nowhere to scoop up and store
