Nic blinked as if he didn't get what she was implying.

Laurel chuckled, "Your hygiene isn't always the best." she teased more bluntly.

"I don't have bad hygiene," Nic retorted.

Laurel snickered, clearly disagreeing. "You look decent right now." she noted, "But most of the time you spend the day looking like you just rolled out of bed." she informed him.

"I don't smell bad," he countered.

"Most of the time." Laurel relented, still smirking.

Nic didn't try to argue with her further.

Laurel continued to be amused for a bit before sighing, "As soon as the others start coming back, our lives will be chaos again I suppose." she mused, "Who are we kidding? We don't have time for a relationship either."

Nic shrugged.

"How's this going to work, Nic?" she asked, pinching off a small piece of bread and rolling it in-between her fingers.

"We'll figure it out," he replied. "It will get easier once the gang wars calm down."

Laurel nodded then paused, "Oh, I need a cell phone." she told him, "Mine got lost somewhere... it was old anyway. I can keep the same number, right? Just a new phone model?"

"... Where did you lose it?" he asked.

Laurel thought about it for a moment, "I don't know." she admitted, "My stuff's been moved around so much it just got lost."

"When did you know it was lost?" he asked.

"Umm..." Laurel paused, "I... think it was..." she scratched behind her ear, "When we first came to James's." she decided, "I realized it but figured calling from a tablet would be easier. It's not a big deal though... right? I can just get a new phone?"