042 - All the lonely houses stand like monuments to thieves
[Misaki is chillin' at the bar, sipping something she discovered on the shelves that is quite tasty, even if she has no real idea of what it is. Haruki has been growing; he takes up a lot more of her lap than he did a couple of weeks ago. Right now he's asleep, and she's scribbling away on a legal pad, pausing occasionally to scratch behind the dog's ears.]