"Paint sprays?" asks Pen.

"That you!"

"Yep," he says. "That's part of what I was up to when I went out yesterday."

"You paint a wall. I draw a wall!" she adds conspiratorially.

"I saw!" he says. "Do you want some more things to draw with?"

"Yes."

"I'll get you some later," he promises.

"Yay! I draw wall because of bored," she adds. "You bored, paint wall?"

"Mm, not exactly. Remember I told you I might be making a friend?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, we haven't been sending each other letters exactly. We both know a lot of people, and we're kind of playing a game where we each try to figure out who around here knows the other one. All very secret 'n stuff. He got some people I know arrested last week, so this week I found somebody he knows who works in Wayne Tower and I had some guys paint the outside of the building like my makeup, with a little extra bit of smile right where that person's office is. So now my maybe-friend knows I've found that one, and it's his turn to do something."

"Ooh. What if he finds me? You know me!"

"I bet he won't," he says, "'cause you're particularly hidden. As hidden as I am, and it's been four years and nobody's found me yet."

"So if he do he get so many points."

"He sure would."

"How you win game?"

"Don't know yet. We're making it up as we go along. That's part of the fun."

Pen giggles. "Iiiif he win you make him waffle?" she suggests.

"I might!"

"If you win he make you waffle," Pen continues.

"I don't know if he's any good at waffles. He could probably find somebody to make me one, though."

"Cheating," giggles Pen.

"We-ell, I'd let him. Good waffles with cheating are better than bad waffles played straight."

"Waffles important? Cheating not?"