You are not at all edgy looking. ((Closed RP, Ned and Dani))

[notsopowerless]

So the clerks at the art shop, unsurprisingly, knew nothing. That had pretty much been the story all over town. There had been one thing at the shop, though. A tall brunette guy -- white and pasty -- edging his way out of the shop. He'd left before Dani had a chance to question him, and you couldn't actually bring people down to the station for

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[touchyouonce]

It was unsurprisingly difficult to avoid people when you stuck up over everyone's heads like a weed in the grass. Harder still when they managed to track you down at your preferred diner. The piemaker had been quite proud of himself for managing to extricate himself from the art shop with barely a just on my way out I'll leave you be, but when he saw the policewoman at the door, he groaned inwardly. Of course, it would hardly be that easy.

It wasn't that he had anything against police inherently, of course. It was only that they tended to make his life -- especially his new life as a PI -- although also his old life as a dead-waking piemaker -- difficult.

Ned managed a completely innocuous expression, looking up at her from his bowl of spaghetti. "Hello," he offered. "I remember seeing you there, yes. Did you find whatever you were looking for? I think they had a very nice supply of pens."

[notsopowerless]

Dani stared at the guy for a minute before answering, for no particular reason other than it generally made people uncomfortable. It was easier to get answers out of people when they weren't feeling at ease. It was, perhaps, a wasted effort. Dani got the feeling that this wasn't a person who often felt comfortable to start with.

"Wasn't looking for pens. What about you?"

[touchyouonce]

It was indeed fairly easy to make Ned uncomfortable, which was perhaps surprising, considering that he could very easily make everyone else uncomfortable, too. He was uncomfortable with people as a general rule, much less police, and as she stared at him he stared back with a blank if somewhat uneasy look. She surely had a question for him, but he was hard-pressed to think what it could be.

And if it was about the murder he had semi-witnessed, what was he going to say? Yes, ma'am, a block of ice?

"Um, well, I'm not much of an artist, per se," he muttered, twirling his pasta with his fork. "I'm actually a baker, a piemaker, actually, and I'm trying to find a good design for the new menu at my pie shop. I call it The Pie Hole, so I was thinking maybe a nice red and brown like a cherry pie would do, but I don't know if I should use watercolor or tempera paints and I was hoping to get the opinion of the salesgirl but she was still unpacking."

It was as good as an excuse as any. He smiled uneasily. "What were you looking for?"

[notsopowerless]

"That's nice," Dani said, in a tone which managed to convey that she didn't feel one way or the other about pies or pie making, but that Ned should have felt inadequate about his profession regardless.

"I was looking for information about a string of homicides that have been happening across the city. You heard anything about that?"