Tig cackles loudly. Jesus. Gemma might have actually done good, with this one. "Yeah, this comes at a premium," He laughs, gesturing down at himself. The waxing comment gets a disgusted noise. "Constantly. I don't know how he's even able to wax off this fuckin much, all the time."

Half-Sack chooses right about then to awkwardly bust in. "Hey, uh, Tig," He glances between Tig and Caroline. "Sorry, I didn't realize he'd gotten away. I was getting something for Piney and he, uh--"

Tig's sure he has more to say than that, but they're not gonna hear any of it. Tig steps across the office and shuts the dor right in Half-Sack's face. A moment later, there's a muffled sorry from the other side.