Some of the other folks began to grab folders, which was a relief. Juniper had no desire to be the ‘brains’ of this operation by herself. Cain suggested that they all stay at Albert’s B&B. Juniper nodded in agreement, though it might not have been obvious she was responding silently to him, as she was still staring at her phone. She definitely thought it would be best for them to set up a sort of HQ, and Albert’s was likely the comfiest and cutest of their options. 

She glanced across the table at Albert, trying to recall if he had listed a name that she could look up, to check on the reviews for his place—but it might not be that sort of venue. Still, even other-worldy establishments needed the quality control that only patrons could provide. Albert spoke next, posing two main questions, the first was whether they were sure the Innocents were dead, [i](they were)[/i] and the second was what each of them were getting out of this arrangement. 

Juniper wasn’t sure it mattered, since the deals were each made with the Detective and it wasn’t really her place to judge whatever guilty pleasure the rest of them were stoking with this arrangement. However, The Detective agreed that they should share their reasons, as noble or selfish as they might be. Perhaps it would help them to build trust. 

Slowly, the other folks around the room brought up their own payment, and that they agreed to take on The Outcasts. Juniper fiddled with her phone. Some might think she was still researching, and she was…sort of. But she was also updating a status and adding some fire emojis to her response for a comment. 

[color=00A3e0]“Mhmmm.”[/color] She let out as more of a hum than an answer. Juniper looked up after a few more moments, realizing that probably wasn’t enough. [color=00A3e0]“Sorry, uh yea, I’m in.”[/color]

[color=00A3e0] “As far as payment, The Detective agreed to give me information when some of the shops drop new product lines, like drinks, holiday specials, that sort of thing. That way I can be first to try them, get pic and post it.” [/color] Juniper grinned, wiggling her phone a bit as proof—as if that was even necessary at this point—that she was a bit obsessed with social media.

[color=00A3e0]“And yeah, Albert. I’d love to check out your bed and breakfast. I know it’s a bit private, but like… I can take pictures, right? And what kind of climate is it, so I know which outfits to pack. Do you have a pool?” [/color] Juniper was already trying to plan out which accessories she would bring for her pictures. She might need to buy more, just to make sure she had the right ones. And if he had a pool, she could do a [i]Genie[/i] pool accessories buying spree then test out the gadgets for her viewers. 

[color=00A3e0]“Can I just get your number so I can text you my other questions?” [/color] They were all incredibly specific questions, and she didn’t think everyone else wanted to know. [color=00A3e0] “Actually, can we set up a group text all around?”[/color] That would make more sense for communication. Just because a lot of them were old didn’t mean they needed to rely on carrier pigeons to pass information back and forth.