“Technically,” Blaine grinned as he tapped his fingers against the lip of the desk, “It’s putting a lot on the line in the hands of one of the best.  If anyone can prove that I’m not putting too much hope in what I think is on there?  Is worth ten lunches.”  In spite of his eyes glistening with the HUMOR being in Morely’s orbit always brought, he quickly added.  “I’m not even joking.”  Hope beamed from him as shook on it without a hesitation.  “How long have you been doing this anyway?  Heard you were born with a voice recorder in your hand.”

@footagecaught ; continued from here.