Sirius' indignation over the discriminatory crossword brought another smile to Eddie's face. It was easy to relax in the other man's presence, easy to feel the warmth of a friendlier charm. And dangerous, noted Edward as he mimics Sirius' movements and dislocates his communicator from himself. It bounced the glass jaw bottom with a clang.

"Things seem to be getting... Dire," Eddie said. It was so hard to avoid serious puns, but he did so out of politeness. His curiosity had moved from the puzzle to the glass jar. It was easy to assume the purpose, but he was more interested in the means of what measured protection Sirius was about to take.