Trick clicked over to the bar and seated himself on one of the stools. He yanked off his red-lensed goggles, tempering exposing his hazel eyes, then pulled out glasses with large, owl-like lenses and slipped them on. "It went great," he muttered with a sigh. "And don't mention it."
Lacy smiled at the short, ginger boy. "How do we work together so well?" She repeated, then shrugged. "I have no idea. It comes naturally I suppose." Ace didn't answer, just shrugged as well.

It was late afternoon the day after the whole Puppeteer and Doll battle. Ace was tinkering with a project of his in his workshop. The place was only a few blocks down the road from the Snake's Bite, in a warehouse that he had bought some years ago. The building was full of inventions from large to small with a space specifically reserved for him to work in. Lacy was stretched out on the couch that Ace had off to the side (which he often crashed on when he worked late), reading a book. The only sounds were Ace's tools clicking together as he worked and the soft sound of the police scanners and occasional conversation. Nothing big sadly.