<strong>Hector Cobblepot, Commons, Sorting self out with coffee and discussion</strong><br/><br/>The coffee was hot on his tongue but that was how he liked it. To hell with taste buds and feeling in ones tongue. The scalding black liquid was the only thing that seemed to keep him going, like the black coal of the steam engines. Sometimes he felt like a damn steam engine, always trying to get things done and never taking time off. “Wouldn’t that be a fascinating experience, all the power within you but how the hell would you disperse the steam? Certainly not in any public manner I do suppose or at least not in ways that would be fondly looked upon by others.”<br/><br/>“Hey crack pot, that lady is talking to us, would you stop day dreaming.” Demetri had shown up again and verbally smacked poor Hector across the cranium, rattling his thoughts so much he practically grabbed his head.<br/><br/>“Oh right, Candy. Umm three?” Hector turned about for a moment. “I see only the two of us. Who do you speak of?”<br/><br/>“Us, crack pot Cobblepot. Would you pay attention?” Demetri delivered another brain rattling tongue lashing.<br/><br/>Hector snapped his fingers, grasping at straws once more as he tried his hardest to figure out what was going at the moment. “Ah yes, Candy. You turning me down again? Alas once again I am foiled in an attempt to create another masterpiece. Why do you not want to be my muse… I mean my subject? Why I would paint you in the most intriguingly erotic of poses and then get old Tom to let me put it up in the Playground. Then all the guests would know your lovely form.”<br/><br/>“It would seem Hector that she is not interested in what you are offering as you have offered the same thing three times now. Seek muses else where for clearly this one is beyond your reach.” Blake’s smooth, measured tone slipped from Hector’s lips and his eyes took on a distant light for a moment before he blinked.<br/><br/>“Blake, there the hell have you been? Nevermind that, can’t you see I am busy conversing with Sandy… Tammy… oh no, wait a minute… Candy, there it is.” He snapped his fingers and smacked the side of his head. “Better. Did you mention breakfast? Why it is half past sun beam or something of that matter, either way it’s late, why eat breakfast now? Or is there some new protocol that I have failed to notice?”<br/>