Ambition
Dawson: "Hey, Otis. Check this out. My grandparents in Madrid. My grandfather proposed to her there."
Otis: "Hmm, you will never see Russian grandparents smiling like that."
Dawson: "The place they're standing in front of is one of the oldest restaurants in Europe."
Otis: "You been?"
Dawson: "No. Someday" she shrugs as Matt and Cruz move over to take a look at the picture "I think Molly's needs a big, wooden door like this. Something timeless and beautiful."
Otis: "How did I know there was an agenda attached to this story?"
Matt: "It is a nice door." he hums, taking a seat beside her as she shifts a little in her seat
Otis: "Look, Dawson, now is not the time to be making design decisions, okay? Herrmann's unreachable in the woods of Ontario somewhere. And SC is..." he scoffs, trailing off when seeing the look that comes over Matt's face "Is enjoying her time on a glorious beach" wincing he clears his throat "Plus we don't have any money left."
Matt: "There's a salvage place I use. There's all kinds of old structural pieces. Might take some searching, but we could take a look."
Dawson: "Really?"
Matt: "Mm-hmm. Yeah?"
Dawson: "Yeah."
Matt: "All right."
Dawson: "That sounds great." she nods with a smile as Mills comes over with a mop bucket in his hands, looking between with a look on his face
Mills: "Bathrooms are done, Lieutenant."
Matt: "Showers need a good cleaning, too."
Mills: "Okay...uh, can I talk with you for a minute first in private?"
Matt: "Sure." he nods, clearing his throat as he follows Mills out into the hall
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Matt: "I love how solid all this old construction stuff is. Houses were built to last." he nods, grabbing hold of a small statue which a grunt
Dawson: "Cool, let me check it out."
Matt: "It's pretty heavy."
Dawson: "I'm sorry, are you saying I can't manage?"
Matt: "Mm, look at that game face."
Dawson: "Give it to me."
Matt: "All right."
Dawson: "I got it. It's fine. It's not that bad." she nods, stumbling in her steps a little
Matt: "Yeah, you look like you got it."
Dawson: "Okay. No, it's...take it."
Matt: "Yeah? Sure?"
Dawson: "Take it. Ta...take it." she nods, laughing as they softly place it back down on the table
Matt: "Doors." he points, moving over to where a rack of doors sit and they begin looking through them
Dawson: "Oh, Casey."
Matt: "Ooh."
Dawson: "This is it."
Matt: "Yeah, we can strip it down, stain it a dark mahogany or something."
Dawson: "Yeah. It's perfect. If my mom sees this hanging up at Molly's, she is gonna go nuts."
