It smells of freshly copied paper and less freshly brewed coffee.

It doesn't look very busy, with a deputy sitting at one of the many desks; the rest are empty.

The Sheriff is waiting for her at the front desk.

"Ms. Jiang? You're here for your daughter?"

"Yes, indeed, sheriff."

"Your daughter has been a bit of a handful for the department. Ms. Argent might not press charges, but she's not making it easy on herself."

Yeong sighs. "She can be like that."

"I don't think I can talk her into taking this seriously, but someone should. If she looks like she feels sorry for doing it, that helps. We always want to see remorse, even with minors and even with theft. And so will Ms. Argent."

She nods. "I should talk to her. She'll listen to me. I'm very, very sorry about all of this."

"Do you have any idea what she wanted to steal? She got pretty far, and Ms. Argent suspects she had help. Anything I can do to reassure her...it would help us calm things down if we at least knew if she worked alone."

She shakes her head. "Knowing my daughter, she probably just wanted to prove to herself she could, after learning about all the security measures in place. I don't think she would've taken anything."

"Ms. Argent regularly falls prey to rival gangs who want to steal her things- kind of an initiation they do. This looks a lot like that." 

She blinks slowly. "May I talk to my daughter? This... doesn't sound like her, but..."

Meanwhile, outside the holding cells, stands this kid.

He's currently chatting with the guy in the cell next to Kaede, insulting his dress sense. 

Something about leather and sending mixed signals. 

The guy is giving the kid only vague monosyllabic answers.

"What mixed signals, exactly?" Kaede eventually decides to butt in and ask.

"It can give a guy the wrong idea about what you're into."

"Oh? What idea is it giving you, that he's into?"

Leather guy rolls his eyes.

"Killing, skinning, and tanning animals. Riding as part of a motorcycle gang. Subversive fashion statements."

"What if it's the right idea, though?"

"Which one? If he had a bike, or a collar, or a burger, he'd have a clear brand. As is, the message is mixed. See what I mean?"

"Dude, it's just a fucking jacket."

Kaede giggles.

After the expected bit of paperwork confirming that yes, she is the guardian of this minor, and yes, she will be held responsible if Kaede does not show up to court, she can see her daughter.

"Wait here. Have some coffee, if you want. I'll have her out here in a minute."

And he heads to the cells.

Where he runs into his son, needling one of their guests.

"Stiles, get out. Wait in the lobby, do something less disruptive, please."

"I was just asking this good sir about his wardrobe choices, but sure, I'll wait."

So he heads outside, to where a concerned mother waits for her erring daughter. Or something like that.

Said mother glances at him with polite disinterest when he arrives then returns to looking at nothing in particular.

And said daughter grins as innocently as she can to the Sheriff.

"The long arm of the law, right? What are you gonna do."

Is this twitchy boy talking to her? He might be talking to the deputy, reading case files at her desk.

Or it could be the person he's looking at. That works.

This situation warrants sighing.

The Sheriff does not sigh. He is a professional. He holds his sigh.

"Have we all learned an important lesson tonight?"

"I think so."

"Teach my child to behave," she says, the corners of her lips twitching upwards.

The Sheriff lets her out, and leads her to her mother.

"Yeah? I hear most parents haven't figured that out. You should bring up your technique at the annual meeting."

Her twitching lips become a full smile. "And yet we still do try."

And there's Kaede.

"Hi, mom."

Yeong fixes her daughter with a raised eyebrow and a chilling look that has none of the warmth of the erstwhile smile, and asks something in Korean.

And Kaede's smile disappears, too.

"I hope my son didn't cause you much trouble."

"Oh, no, he was a perfectly charming young gentleman," she tells the sheriff, smiling again. "I don't suppose we could have somewhere to talk in private? My daughter needs to learn a thing or two about what's appropriate for her little 'games.'"

"You can use the interrogation room. Follow me." 

They do, respectively grave...

...and subdued.

Stiles trails behind, trying to stay quiet. Mother and daughter probably both notice.

They don't particularly care. Unless he, like, follows them into the interrogation room.

He'll wait outside.

His dad isn't going to let him follow them, anyway.

And there they start having a conversation in Korean—where 'conversation' means Yeong says lots of things, sounding very put out, and Kaede attempts to weakly argue about some things before being summarily dismissed or out-argued.

"Is there a good reason you were camped out here? Studying up to become a cop, maybe, instead of taking notes from the local criminals."

"You're always telling me that I can learn anything I put my mind too. I'm just trying to be more well-rounded."

Kaede and Yeong are interrupted by the door to the interrogation room opening.

A teenager stumbles out, bleeding.

"Sheriff?"

...that is the door behind which the sheriff actually is. There is no way this boy came through it without seeing the sheriff.

"Help him," Yeong tells her daughter, standing up.

Of course she's gonna help him. She walks up to him and tries to figure out where the blood's coming from.

Looks like that's a bullet wound in his chest.

He's barely breathing.

He holds out a key, gasping.

"Tell the Sheriff...it opens any door."

Her eyes widen. She nods, and accepts the key.

Yeong looks at what's behind the open door—that is not the hallway—looks at the boy, at Kaede, closes the door, tries to open it again—

It's not much to look at, really.

The door leads to the Sheriff and his son, arguing about proper etiquette with perps.

"Hey, did it go okay in there?"

"There is a boy dying in there," she says, opening the way, and now she has a phone in her hand, and—" Should I call nine-one-one?" She's already calling nine-one-one.

Kaede's trying to stop the bleeding with her hands.

The Key is nowhere to be found.

"Iggy, what- I'll put in a call to the hospital too, might be faster."

He goes to do that.

Stiles looks vaguely nauseous.

"Iggy, hey buddy, it's gonna be okay, we're getting help..."

Stiles kneels down, next to the boy.

Next to the body.

Help arrives, of course, but they can't do much for the dead.

The Sheriff rides in the ambulance anyway.

Stiles stays behind.

"What happened?"

"The door opened," because there is only one door, there is no way that boy could've come in from anywhere else, "and that boy walked in, looking for the sheriff. There was a room behind the door, not the hallway. When I closed the door and opened it again, the room was gone, and you were there."

"Okay. You, juvenile delinquent, same story?"

"That's what I saw, too."

"We don't usually have suddenly appearing rooms in the station, but there's a first time for everything. Did he say where he was coming from, what he wanted? Any explanation for how he got here?"

"No. He just said he wanted to see the sheriff, and then—"

"No, c'mon, don't cry! He's going to be fine, right mom? Mom delinquent? I mean, it's just a little blood, right? Gunshot wounds aren't that bad, really, if the bullet hits the right place, and it hurts but the doctors can stop the blood."

"He was dead."

"My dad has been trying to help this kid get away from his family and the gang for months, he can't be dead, he can't be part of some kind of hallway stealing space-folding gang that got him killed, okay?"

She shivers.

And her mother hugs her.

"I should be at the hospital, but someone needs to find out what's going on. So I'm here, finding out."

He sighs.

"'M sorry. None of this is your fault."

"We do not have any reasonable hypotheses to explain what just happened." Unreasonable ones, on the other hand... "I don't suppose this room had active surveillance while we were talking, to corroborate our story?"

"...My dad can get the tapes pulled without anyone asking questions. He'll want to know what's going on, though." 

"We would love to know what's going on, as well."

Cling.

He tries opening the door again. 

Just a hallway.

"He came in, and after you closed the door, that was it? Back to the sheriff's station?"

"Yes."

"It could depend on the person...you try, imagining the room you saw. If we can find out where we came from, that should give us a clue to everything else." 

She unhugs and tries to open the door.

The hallway, again.

They should really stop expecting anything else.

Poor hallway. 

"Okay, sure. Maybe you have to do something special?"

He closes his eyes, and after a moment, reaches for the door again.

Nooope.

"I'm going to try tracking down his boss, and other people who might know something. You guys look around, see if you notice anything weird. Where should we meet up?"

Kaede wipes her eyes and peers.

"Aren't I, like, under arrest or something?"

"Not if your mom posts bail? I mean, you've got a court date, but you can leave until then. And they'll let you off if she doesn't sue, you're a minor." 

"Shouldn't we wait for the sheriff for that, then?"

"And more importantly, going after a dangerous gang who might have been involved in shooting a kid is, not to put too fine a point on it, dangerous."

"I'm not 'going after' them, just investigating. And you can stay here, check out the door and the room for anything weird." 

"I am not your parent so I have very little say in what you do, but this course of action sounds inadvisable."

"You should probably at least have a plan before. And perhaps tell your father you're gonna do it."

"It can wait a day, just please don't cry again. Okay, you don't need the sheriff to post bail, the deputy can do it. I'll have her help you get out." 

She furrows her eyebrows, but doesn't say anything.

Yeong sighs and tugs on Kaede's hand to be led to the deputy.

The deputy has the authority to accept bail, because that is the nature of small town bureaucracy. 

Bail: is paid.

What now?

Besides being responsible to bring her daughter in for her hearing? Not much.

They can go home.

But they don't.

"What are you planning to do?" she asks the boy. "...I'm Kaede, by the way, and this is my mom Yeong."

"Visit the pawn shop where the kid worked, try to figure out how to appeal to Ms. Argent's forgiving, gooey center..."

"...Ms. Argent? What does she have to do with it?"

"The murder? Nothing, maybe, though she makes the list. That's to get her not to press charges."

"Oh." Pause. "Why? Do you wanna get involved with that, I mean."

"Weird door magic is the most interesting thing that's happened to me in my life, and the kid my dad has basically been trying to adopt slash kidnap just died so, I kind of want to keep track of the people who were in the room."

"...that's reasonable. I don't think Ms. Argent is going to want to see me, but visiting the pawn shop could be a good idea."

"Me and you tag team the pawn shop, me and your mom get the rich lady. Sound good?"

"I don't suppose I can persuade you to let adults handle it?"

"You're a smart woman. I think I'm in this." 

She sighs. "In that case your suggestions seem reasonable."

"So an active crime scene is kind of hard to investigate, unless your dad's the Sheriff. Luckily, one of us in that category. You, Fun Size Parolee, are coming with me. We can leave now, or you can sleep if you want."

"Crime scene?"

"The reason my dad has been worried so much is because Iggy worked at a pawn shop, and there was a shootout there. He was the only survivor, and if this has nothing to do with the magic doors, I'll eat my hat. Or your hat. I don't own a hat."

"And you have permission to visit the scene?"

"Okay, first of all, yes. 'B', it's better to ask for forgiveness. In conclusion, did we introduce ourselves? I'm Stiles."

"I would prefer my daughter not have any" glance at her "further" back at Stiles "problems with the law, if it could be avoided. And yes we did, but I'm Yeong and she's Kaede."

"Okay, fine. I'll get the rich lady and the pawn shop, and you get back to me on the door thing. Deal?"

"I might want to go see the rich lady with you, still."

"How do we get back to you on the door thing, though, isn't that what we're investigating in the first place—mom are you sure I can't go with Stiles, he's the sheriff's son!"

"I'm very responsible. I swear, ask anyone." 

"I—usually—trust my daughter to be responsible, but if you're going to barge into something that can get you in legal trouble..."

"But mom how else are we going to find out what's going on?"

"I could go with this young man to both scenes, and you stay safely out of trouble."

She does not seem to have an argument against that.

"Sure, we can go together. Now, or are we waiting for the morning?"

"Now seems like a good time."

"Alright. I'll wait in the lobby, say your goodbyes, and I'll drive?"

"We'll do that, thank you."

He waits in the lobby.

They don't take a very long time to talk about whatever it is they need to talk about.

"Let's go, then."

He waves at the deputy, and leads her to his Jeep. 

"What do you think is going on?"

"I think there is not yet enough information for a coherent hypothesis to be formed."

"Guess so, yeah. If magic exists that throws a lot of stuff out the window." 

He gets his phone out before they go, making sure he knows where they're going. 

"Pawn shop first, better not to bother people who own half the town at night." 

"I concur. Are you planning on informing your father of this escapade?"

"Before, or after? He'll be talking to the family right now." 

He starts driving, satisfied that he knows where they're going. 

"You know him better than I do."

And soon enough, they arrive at the pawn shop.

Yeong gets out of the car.

Presumably it is, like all crime scenes, cordoned off?

It is!

Stiles does not seem to care about police tape.

He keeps walking. 

Well, then. She supposes looking suspicious would look suspicious. She follows, like she knows what she's doing.

They get inside with no problems.

The scene is a bloody mess, with bullets riddling the walls. It's not a surprise that there was only one survivor.

Stiles seems uncomfortable with all the blood stains. He looks a little unsteady. 

She does not.

"Are you certain you want to be here? I could survey the scene without you if you prefer."

"I'm not gonna faint, it's just a little blood."

He examines the walls; for what, is not clear. 

"Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"I don't know. Weird stuff. Anything that explains how he got into the police station, maybe some kind of fancy tech that someone pawned because they were desparate? Maybe he got hit by a radioactive bullet." 

Well she'll start looking for anything suspicious, too. Which is a bit hard, considering how unsuspicious these things are by default, but.

Anything that doesn't belong?

It looks like a fairly standard murder scene.

If there was anything suspicious here, it's not there now.

But see, she isn't looking for suspicious, she's looking for ordinary and out of place, like, say, a soap wrapper.

There's a cross here, a newspaper there, and a trading card in between. It is a pawn shop. Who knows what's valuable? 

She will very surreptitiously attempt to rip a bit of the newspaper off, and same for the trading card, and try to scratch the cross.

The trading card rips.

The cross doesn't scratch, and the newspaper doesn't rip.

Oh dear. She will probably keep those.

Stiles shakes his head.

"I got nothing. You?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary," she sighs. "You mentioned Ms. Argent owned half the city... Does she own this place, as well?"

"...Maybe. I didn't think of that. She gets to move up the list."

"Mm. Maybe my daughter's decision was not as ill-conceived as I'd expected."

"Is that how it works? Lucky her. I'm glad she did it, though. I don't know would have happened if he died alone in there."

"I meant that she may have had more reason than I've been led to expect. But yes, I am glad we could've been there as well."

There's the sound of laughter outside.

"Okay, so we have an idea, even if we didn't find any evidence. We should go before anyone decides we shouldn't be here."

Sigh. "Yes, let's "

So they go. 

Bye police officers. Just passing through, all official-like.

Yup, that's the Sheriff's son. How nice that he's taking an interest, right? 

Doesn't he hang around crime scenes a lot? Shouldn't we stop him, that's not a good habit. 

Yeah, but this is the night shift, and it's Stiles. 

Short straw gets takeout. 

"You were serious when you said they would not give you a hard time."

"I do this kind of thing a lot. My dad likes to have his deputies stop me, but it's pretty easy to talk them out of it, so I get to look around." 

"So I see. We should likely as you've pointed out not act on our newfound suspicions as of yet, however."

"I'll keep my mouth shut. When should we make a home visit?"

"Tomorrow might be a better time. And double for a while during which Ms. Argent can calm down some."

"Sure. Let's get together tomorrow. Back to the station?"

"Sure."

Once again to the Jeep.

They drive to the station, where mother can reunite lovingly with daughter.

"Did you find anything?"

"Not really," Yeong says.

Which Kaede correctly interprets as a 'yes, tell you later.'

"I'm going to the hospital. See you guys tomorrow?"

"Where do we meet?"

"There's a burger place right across from the station, we can meet there, grab lunch." 

"Noon, then?"

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." 

He says goodbye to the deputies, and drives off.

And Yeong and her child return to their place.

Where said child promptly uses the key on the door to the kitchen.

This isn't her kitchen.

It's a motel room, filled with the bright light of the midday sun. It's hot, but not uncomfortably so. Toasty. 

"What...?"

"Wait for it." She walks into the room with the key and closes the door.

The door cooperates. 

Either one of them is welcome to open it again.

Kaede can also have a look around.

Yeong tries to open the door again...

And Kaede does, too, wanting the door to open to her bedroom's.

Did Yeong want her kitchen? Here's her kitchen. 

Kaede, on the other hand, can open any door.

Her bedroom is just as she left it.

Yup. She closes it, then wants to open the same door, but on the other side.

(What happens to this room's doorknob when she opens a door that would have its handle elsewhere?)

It doesn't seem to matter.

The door she's aiming for is still a door, after all. 

The inside of the door is the same, regardless of what kind of door is on the other side. 

But what about the hinges, they're somewhere else!

The hinges are in the proper place. 

The door opens as she would expect her bedroom door to open.

"I can open this door whenever," Kaede belatedly explains to her mom, then closes the door, and wants it to open into her bedroom again. The hinges should be on the other side now, so what happens when she opens it...?

The hinges are in the proper place.

Again. 

Did they, like. Change. In front of her. Did the knob just move. Or what.

The hinges seem to be in the same place, but the door opens in the correct direction. 

Are the hinges changing or something.

She opens the door out of her room again—

—where her mother is looking at her. "Why couldn't I open your door?"

"'Cause I was using it, probably. This room can open out of any doors, I think."

The hinges do not look like they move. The door opens in the other direction anyway. The hinges seem to serve no purpose at all. 

"Any doors?"

"Yep. Wanna visit Maui?"

"...sure," she says, stepping inside.

Close door. Open door.

Maui!

The tourists on the other side will be mildly startled, but only mildly. 

Yeong stares.

Then closes the door.

"What is this place?" she wonders, and starts exploring.

It's a brightly lit motel room.

Unnaturally so. The light doesn't change, as sunlight usually does. It bathes everything in the same, constant, warm glow. 

There are various objects throughout the room which she can examine, if she likes. 

Yes she will very much do so.

A lamp, a coat, the bedsheets...most of the things in here seem completely mundane. 

They always do.

She walks over to the window and tries to open it.

Does she? 

The window doesn't budge. 

Well what's behind it anyway?

Outside the window is a view of a boring western landscape. Scrubby vegetation, cracked, dry earth, and the bright desert sun. 

Could be Arizona, could be New Mexico, could be California. The motel sign doesn't give a strong clue either way. 

What about this phone? The TV? Do the lamps turn on? Is there running water in the bathroom?

The phone is disconnected. The TV turns on. 

Lamps and water don't give them any trouble. 

"I wonder if anyone has to pay bills for this place."

"Probably not." She inspects the wall sockets.

Wall sockets: exist.

Some are in use.

Are they regular, modern wall sockets?

They look a bit outdated, but the hinges look like they're always on the same side of the door.

Yes well the hinges are incorrect.

"We can probably save a lot on electricity and water with this room."

"Probably, but the part where the door can take us anywhere is much more interesting."

"Anyway, what did you actually find with Stiles?"

"Two magical things, apparently," she says, and leaves the room to grab them. She returns with the newspaper and the cross, then tries to demonstrate their indestructibility by ripping the corner of the newspaper off...

The corner of the newspaper cooperates.

She now has a torn newspaper.

She raises an eyebrow.

Yeong walks out of the room and tries ripping the newspaper again.

She now has an even more torn newspaper.

She finds the cross and tries to scratch it again. Outside the room.

She now has a scratched cross!

She furrows her eyebrows. "I couldn't scratch the cross nor rip the newspaper before. The cross could be easily explained, but the newspaper somewhat less so."

"...maybe this room makes these objects destructible again?" She walks out and closes the door.

She tries ripping the newspaper and scratching the cross once more.

Both prove fairly destructible. 

Even More Torn Newspaper and scratched cross, for her destroying pleasure. 

She finds the pencil and tries scratching it.

Nope. The pencil elects not to be scratched.

Kaede picks up on what her mother is trying to do and opens the door to the room again.

Scratch?

Nothing. 

Science seems to be working quite well, despite all those hinges.

And inside the room?

She now has a scratched pencil.

She taps it against the little table where the TV set is.

It will certainly tap against the table. 

That's about it, though. 

Aaaand outside the room?

It continues not to work.

"This room," she says carefully, "seems to have some very interesting effects on these objects."

"Do you think objects in general lose their magic if they get in there?"

"That seems to be the case, yes."

Kaede walks out and closes the room and furrows her eyebrows—

—then blinks and runs into her bedroom and grabs a flashlight from her backpack. "I had my backpack with me when I went exploring this room..." She shines a light on a wall.

And her mother tries to press her hand against the illuminated wall.

Her hand passes straight through the wall.

She furrows her eyebrows, and they perform the test again but inside the room.

The walls remain solid.

And if she tries outside again?

Walls are no barrier to her. 

"Magical objects lose power inside the room, and if they're damaged there they lose power permanently," she concludes.

"Are you sure the newspaper and cross were magical, too?"

"Newspaper, yes; cross, no."

"Okay." Pause. "So did we lose the newspaper and the pencil forever, then?"

"Perhaps."

"...okay, this is kinda annoying."

"Mm."

She sighs. "Well, we should. Like. Test stuff about this room, then, I guess?"

"We probably should."

So Kaede grabs her backpack again and gets a notebook and a pen from there, to start writing possible ideas for tests.

Writing doesn't seem to work on this notebook. 

She shakes the pen and sighs and tries scribbling on a different piece of paper with it.

That works!

It's pen and paper, fairly standard as that goes.

Okay good. Now back to the notebook.

The notebook refuses to be marked, apparently.  

Another pen? Or perhaps a mechanical pencil?

Writing seems to have no effect.

Okay, she tries other pages, then.

Nothing doing. 

"Um."

...she tentatively tries ripping a page off.

This notebook is holding onto all of its pages, thank you very much. 

"—I am pretty sure this notebook wasn't magical before," Kaede tells her mom.

"Which means it became magical recently and the most plausible explanation is," and she tilts her head towards the newspaper.

"Ssssoooo... there might be some other magical object to replace the pencil, too?"

"That's assuming the correspondence is one-to-one."

"Oh. Right. Umm..."

"We should look for other magical objects among our things," she says, and starts doing that.

None if them seem to do anything interesting if she picks them up. 

She will try scratching or lightly damaging all of her things.

As will her daughter.

This pencil takes no damage. 

...she tries tapping it against a table.

Nothing happens. 

Writing with it? Twirling it? Biting it? Putting it behind her ear?

Still nothing. 

Erasing with it? Painting with it? Scratching it, letting it fall from a height, making it stand on either end, leaving it on a table?

Nada. Seems to be one of those indestructible pencils you find lying around all the time.

Sharpening it?

The sharpener doesn't seem to work.

In the meantime Kaede tries figuring the notebook out. Can she open all pages? Write on it with anything? What happens if she reads what's already written on it out loud?

Writing has no effect. She can read previous writing all she likes. 

She tries some more stuff and eventually gives up with a sigh and closes it.

There is a sound. It's the most disturbing sound Yeong has ever heard. 

Her eyes sting, watering, as she feels pressure building in her head and smells something burning. 

"Open that again," Yeong hisses.

She does immediately.

Her head clears, the sound cuts off. 

The notebook returns to being uninteresting. 

"What happened?"

"There was the most dreadful noise I have ever heard."

"...okay, you try it?" she asks, handing her mother the notebook. "And then maybe let it go to see whether it starts affecting you again?"

Yeong purses her lips but does so. For science.

Kaede's curiosity did not appear out of nowhere.

When Yeong closes the notebook, Kaede's head starts throbbing, and she tastes blood.

Aaauuugh but is there actually blood there?

There is!

Her nose is bleeding now, too.

Yeah okay Yeong is opening that notebook again right now.

The blood stops, and Kaede feels her body relax.

"Are you alright, baby?"

"I..."

Well is she?

Nothing seems to be amiss now, she's recovered quite nicely.

"I'm fine," she concludes.

"What a dreadful object."

"Kinda," she agrees. "We're going to keep it like the others?"

"...I think perhaps this room could be a good place to stash these objects."

"Oh. Oooh!"

"The only problem I see with this solution is the possibility that this key may not be unique or that there may be other avenues of access to that room..."

"I noticed a thing, actually..."

She opens the door into the room again and walks into it.

Her mother follows her.

She messes up the bed, throws a pillow into the bathroom, then exits the room again, closing it after her mother.

Then she reopens the door.

The room looks exactly as it always does.

The bedsheet is neatly laid out, the pillow in its usual place.

"It resets..."

"Yeah, so the room's probably tied to this key."

"So if you put the notebook there..." She does, and closes the door.

And Kaede reopens it.

The notebook moves to its proper place.

On the dresser, where it's always been.

They try this with the pencil.

It takes its place next to the notebook.

—and the other magical objects? Flashlight, nail filer, bar of soap (held within a wrapper)?

And a non-magical object!

The nail file and the the soap return whence they came, the now pillow-less bathroom.

The non-magical object is nowhere to be found.

"...this room is probably more interesting than we thought."

The next day, inside a haven of greasy food and cheap dining options, the youngest Stilinski waits. 

And here are Yeong and—

—her son?

"Uh, hi? Is, uh. Kaede behind the good-looking stranger?" 

"Do you mean I don't look good when I'm a girl? 'Cause if so I should step up my makeup game."

"No, Kaede- you- also look good as girls. Girls also look good. I think you look good both ways. I mean, not that I was paying attention. We should order."