Sophia’s amusement had progressed from subtle to obvious. She watched them fumble through basic legal discussions like first-year law students, her eyes dancing with laughter as they stumbled over simple terms they would have known for years.

“You know,” she finally said, studying the East Park file with exaggerated interest, her voice carrying a hint of suppressed laughter, “this Logis documentation seems incomplete. We probably need to go there ourselves, get some proper pictures of the setup.” She glanced between them, not even trying to hide her grin anymore. “Unless you two have some other pressing matters to discuss?”