"Cameron, what's going on?"
"Hmm?" she added more newspapers on the floor.
"What are you doing?"
Cameron gave him an angelic smile. "Painting the trim. We discussed it, remember? I said I'd do it and you said fine."
House wracked his brain and came up with nothing. "When did this alleged conversation take place?"
"A week ago. Right after we--I mean, before we fell asleep."
"House stared into Cameron's unrepentant eyes. "You can't have discussions like that after my brain froze! That's taking advantage of me!"
"Uhuh." Cameron continued to lay more newspaper, a tiny smile curving her lips.
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Note: Art imitates life, although I'm about to have more than trim painted! It starts this week so I might not be able to post next week.