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[slightlymonkish]

Monk is, as he was last time, sitting there.

Instead of harboring a blank expression, however, he's actually concentrating on something.

... how many ways can a napkin be perfectly folded? Let's find out!

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[wits_intact]

"Origami?" asks Nicole, innocently, leaning over his chair to watch.

[slightlymonkish]

"No, just..."

Too close. He can feel body heat; that's too close.

He scoots away slightly, then peeks at the woman from the corner of his eye and does a bit of a double take.

"... uh. Just folding."

[wits_intact]

Nicole (Elizabeth, Louise, Estella?) smiles.

"One of the corners," she points out, calmly, "it's just a tiny little bit off."

It might really be, she might just be playing. Either way, she's usually a terribly convincing person.

[slightlymonkish]

Monk's expression goes from calm to near panic.

"You're right," he says, squinting.

... a tiny little bit is really like, 1/100th of a centimeter. But still! It's off. The detective is now dead set on fixing it, he is.