Ryan groaned, throwing the newspaper across the table. "Problem Captain?" Lester asked.
"No Sir," Ryan replied. "Is there an anomaly Sir?"
"No," Lester said. "But I thought perhaps I'd best rescue this table from you before you assault it with any more newspapers, that's the third time you've thrown it down in ten minutes."
"Just looking for a flat Sir," Ryan said. "Did you know that prime location means 'across the street from what I'm pretty sure was a whore house' and 'pet friendly' means your neighbour has twenty yapping corgis'"
Lester chuckled. "My first flat was pet friendly. No corgis, but the old lady above me had cats, lots of cats, I never knew you could get clogs for cats, I suspect it's animal cruelty, it was certainly cruelty to my ears at three in the morning."
Ryan laughed. "I'll be sure to check the corgis for clogs Sir."
"I have a possible solution," Lester said, carefully looking around to ensure no one else was nearby, he lowered his voice anyway. "I have ample room... for another closet in my bedroom."
Ryan was momentarily stunned. "Ah..."
"It's just a suggestion Tom, you can say no," Lester said.
"Lester, there you are!" Cutter barged over.
"Yes Cutter, here I am, in the building where I work, twenty five feet from my office, my what an unexpected place to find me," Lester said.
Ryan bit back a snort. "If you'll excuse me Sir, looks like the Professor requires your attention, I'd better get back to work."
"Of course Captain, you'll take my suggestion under advisement?" Lester asked.
Ryan smiled. "I will Sir, it sounds like an excellent suggestion, well worth examining more closely."
Cutter watched the coy looks passing between them before Ryan sloped off and shook his head. Just who the hell did they think they were kidding?