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[jim_halpert]

Jim had been trying to keep busy to keep his mind off what happened with Tim. For the rest of that day, he had sort of kept to himself, messing around and eventually finishing the crude version of red, blue, green, and yellow paints - the priest he had met while he had been looking for supplies had been right, you could make colors using flowers.

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[pambeesley]

Pam wandered in, juggling a rather large stack of magazines and papers in her arms, reaching up every so often to prevent yet another from blowing off the stack and into the dirt.

She was relaxed for once, having enjoyed a surprisingly pleasant dinner with Jim and Sunny, and smiled when she saw Jim already sprawled out on their bed. "You had a secret errand to run and you still beat me home. How do you do it, Mr Halpert?" she asked as she carefully piled her things onto the shelf.

[jim_halpert]

Jim smiled at the voice, sitting up. He raised a brow at all the things she had just put down.

"Guess you're just slow. It wasn't even a secret," he teased, then motioned toward the tuxedo. "What I went to get is folded over there by my stuff."

He nodded his head toward the magazines. "What's all that?"

[pambeesley]

"I'm not slow," she insisted, making a face. Though, she had stopped a few times on the way back to talk to some people.

She straightened her things, then took a peek at the folded up thing on the shelf. "Ooooh.. A tuxedo? Where did you manage to come by this? Surely the clothes box didn't give you something so... normal."

A spark of excitement started to build up somewhere inside her. For some reason, him getting a tuxedo seemed to trigger something in her. They were getting close.

"Hmmm..?" she asked, folding the tuxedo back up nicely and putting it back. "Oh." She blushed. "It's just some wedding magazines from the early nineties that the bookshelf gave me. Even though they're old, I figured it couldn't hurt to go through them."

[jim_halpert]

"Lionel gave me his," he replied as he stood, walking over to Pam and kissing her cheek gently as she folded the tuxedo. "I just need to get a few adjustments done on it and that'll be what I'll wear to the wedding."

He peeked down at the magazines and smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Couldn't hurt, you're right," he agreed. "If you want, I'll flip through them with you - it looks like you have a lot of them. Oh! Which reminds me, I talked to Jon a while ago, been meaning to talk to you about it."