Pyrite nodded once to her. "You know, I almost remember how the locks on the cells look. If they haven't changed them, maybe I'll spend the afternoon flicking them open and shut to freak the guards out." He took another sip of his tea. "Very least I can do to harrass them."<br/><br/>"Ugh! Zirc!" Opal grabbed a napkin and began to wipe at her face, trying to go "easy" despite her heavy hands. "Why would you do that? Wait. Don't answer that." She shook her head and smirked to Pyrite. "I like the way you think, Fool."<br/><br/>"Don't call me that."<br/><br/>((A darling...))