[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Harry recognized the cook; he had seen her occasionally over the past week or so, but he was sure he had never gotten her name, nor had ever really been in any situation to interact with her directly. This mostly came down to a lack of need or desire to do so. It wasn't as if he had anything against the youngster; he was sure she was a fine person, but he had more important things to do. So he did as everyone did to the majority of things and people they found themselves around on a daily basis and filed her under "Irrelevant information" in the mental file cabinet.

But now he was forced into a situation where he had to do something. Honestly he was at a loss for anything to say. The well of suitable conversation topics had suddenly turned dry, and looking around at his belongings on the table didn't provide much help. Discuss the case with her? She probably didn't know anything. Riley's peers were too young for anyone college aged to have a very intimate knowledge of the subject. Were they? Even if she were, all the stuff related to Riley's disappearance and the murder of the mayor weren't likely to be of concern of hers beyond the shallow surface interest an event like a major crime in a small town elicited. Harry looked into his coffee much of help, but the dark abyss of the beverage offered no advice.

[color=slategray]"I don't need a refill just yet, thank you,"[/color] he finally replied. It was then that his eyes flicked over towards her hand and noticed it smeared in yellow that he quickly deduced as being mustard. [color=slategray]"Ma'am, you might want to clean off your hand. You've gotten some mustard on it."[/color] She didn't seem to notice it, so the only polite thing to do was offer a bit of assistance he wouldn't need to go out of his way to perform. The PI helpfully offered Taylor a napkin for her self-inflicted mess.