"If I had a dollar..." April mutters, despite the fact that they would have zero dollars in this figure of speech. They have a space in their figurative piggybank allocated for future dollars, anyway.
They watch him sign with their arms crossed, like an agitated suburban homeowner judging an underpaid delivery guy.
"Sorry for my skepticism; When I see something that looks like a goose and smells like a goose, and knows way too much about contracts like a goose, I tend to treat it like a goose until I see compelling proof otherwise."
April is still standoffish, but with the return sorted out and their headache forgotten, they are... very slightly... easing up a little.
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They watch him sign with their arms crossed, like an agitated suburban homeowner judging an underpaid delivery guy.
"Sorry for my skepticism; When I see something that looks like a goose and smells like a goose, and knows way too much about contracts like a goose, I tend to treat it like a goose until I see compelling proof otherwise."
April is still standoffish, but with the return sorted out and their headache forgotten, they are... very slightly... easing up a little.