[s2e3] Form Official

"Business and friendship," Olivia muttered, wiping a sticky purple droplet off her blazer. "A recipe for disaster. Or at least a very expensive dry-cleaning bill."

Henderson paused. For a second, a flicker of fear—or perhaps just extreme boredom—crossed his face. [S2E3] Form

Dan leaned over the desk, his shadow falling across Henderson’s precious stamps. "Listen, you paper-pushing gargoyle. We can do this the easy way, where you find a pen that works, or the hard way, where I stay in this office and recount every one of my failed marriages in chronological order. We’re on year three by lunchtime." "Business and friendship," Olivia muttered, wiping a sticky

Meanwhile, back at the courthouse, a different kind of disaster was brewing. Gurgs and Olivia were huddled in the breakroom, surrounded by crates of a neon-purple liquid that looked like it could melt through the floor. For a second, a flicker of fear—or perhaps

Olivia squinted at the label. "Gurgs, the ingredient list just says 'Sugar' and 'Questions.' Also, why is the bottle vibrating?"