Fauna looked at him for a long moment. Maybe it didn't matter. Maybe it had nothing to do with Level Two, maybe it was none of her business, and she should try to let him deal with it.

Maybe for now. She would agonize over it later.

"Ok, sure," Fauna said simply, her expression relaxing.

"I mean," she paused, raising her eyebrows in her most earnest of earnest looks. "You'll tell me if you need something, right? If I can help? You'll tell me."

She gave his arm a nudge with her elbow.

"I just did," Figaro scoffed and nudged her back harder. It was clear some of his rain cloud had lifted. "You helped. Don't worry. Good deed done, Faun."

He'd shown up at her house after hours, ate her food, kicked her tail at chess, drug her out, his bird had harassed her with some spooky arse coin, and he'd blathered about what must have sounded like sadsack nonsense for a thousand hours. She'd helped plenty.

Suddenly, his eyes went wide. "Shit, the phone...!" Fig patted at his coat pockets and quickly felt the solid little rectangle. He pulled it out. The cord was tangled up with it too. "Ha. Didn't loose it."

Fauna wrinkled her nose and smiled. Ok, good! She'd helped! As a friend. She still wanted to help as an Auror, but that would have to wait for another day. Who knew when that would be, if that would be.

His phone? Fauna snickered, then let out a laugh on the quiet street.

"Your phone and your charger," she grinned, reminding him helpfully of what the cord was. "And my number, and Sasha's. Important stuff. Somewhere like..."

She glanced around. Still an empty street! No one there to laugh at her, besides Fig. With her hand, she made a level gesture and raised it high in the air.

"World peace."

She lowered her hand in the air.

"Cheese?"

Lowered it further.

"Phone."

Yeah, that was the order of things they'd determined one night at the pub, wasn't it?

Fig laughed, quickly catching on to the list of priorities they'd sorted out at the pub.[1] If he remembered right, he'd promoted Fauna that night to more important than cheese. She'd earned it. He slid his hand up to well above the top of the stack.

"Sleep."

He was about to say his good-byes, but thought of something. He dug out the phone again, with its sassy case tapped a couple times then held it up.

"It takes photos," he declared stepping next to Fauna to show off his discovery. "Here, make a face, look."

He pulled a silly snarl and put bunny ears behind Fauna's head. Click, the phone chirped just like a real camera.

1.	8 Oct 2011 - Mop It Up

Fauna twisted her mouth to one side, widened her eyes ridiculously wide, raised her eyebrows and pointed her thumb at Fig. This guy!

Click! The phone snapped a photo.

She immediately clamored to take a peek. Bunny ears! No way!

"Hey!" She laughed. "Real mature. And what the heck," she turned over his phone and finally got a good look at the case.

More snickering. More laughing. She recovered enough to give the phone back to him.

"You know, you could take a picture of the case, and then use the picture as your main wallpaper. On your phone. Just to be extra."

What else could princesses do? Sleep, he'd said. Fend off exhaustion. She should probably go home and try to sleep too.

"Think we should call it a night then?" She stifled a yawn behind her hand, shifting her feet.

Without really meaning to, Fauna glanced up at the sky.

Moon a lopsided silver coin. Clear. Distinct. No net. Just stars.

Fauna was quick with a silly face and Figaro held the phone in front of them both so they could admire their grainy faces, washed out in an odd orange color from the night lamplight. Their light skin kind of glowed. And they were completely still. So weird. \

"Yeah, I'm going to get on. See you around, then..." He started walking backwards away from her, still fiddling with the phone.

"...Sexy Auror...!"

He snapped another quick picture of her reaction and then Apparated away. Apparated away to the roof of his building. He found his bed shortly after, and in the bed found one or two sweet dreams mixed in with the tossing and turning of events not yet resolved.

Fauna's mouth dropped in horror, and then click! Fig snapped her picture and apparated away. Figaro effing Sellaphix! How dare he!