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Terrance is talking with one of his workers.

"Why would you put them on speakerphone? See, because I think that tends to undercut...", He is cut off as Shawn and Emily walk in. Shawn is carrying a coconut with a bow and straw.

"Big T! Look sharp!", He hands Terrance the coconut.

"What is it now, Mr. Spencer?", Terrance sighs, clearing expression his annoyance.

"Just wanted to pick your brain for a second. How many lines you got going here?"

"I have 12 lines, but I'm adding more all the time."

"I get it, I get it, the more lines, the more green, am I right?", Shawn chuckles.

"No, Shawn. This is a no-profit, Honey.", Emily explains, but Shawn still doesn't understand.

"As she said, I'm a non-profit operation. The calls are free. I'm not in this for the money."

"Really, that's weird. See, I'm thinking of charging four bucks a minute."

"Four? A minute?"

"I'll leave you to your business discussions.", Terrance gives Shawn the coconut back and goes back into his office. Emily and Shawn look around before his gaze lands on Rory at his cubicle, listening to his music and writing.

"Rory.", He says softly, staring to walk over. Shawn's grip is fine on Emily's hand as he pulls her along behind him.

"Rory!", It is only when he taps on cubicle that Rory looks up.

"Hey, Ror."

"Hey.", Rory says, removing his earbuds.

"You really do love your music, huh?"

"You kidding? Music inspires me."

"Yeah, you know, you don't really strike me as the...", Shawn trails off allowing Rory to answer.

"Charitable type?"

"I was gonna say sensitive, but sure.", Emily rolls her eyes.

"Actually, I'm here as part of a community service on this assault beef, you know. I got into it with this guy who didn't like my poetry. So, 250 hours.", Just then, a phone rings.

"Two-fifty, wow, that's intense."

Terrance calls from his office door.

"Rory, that's Line 6!", He calls out.

"We'll let you get back to work.", Emily smiles, pulling Shawn back by the arm.

"Sorry.", Rory mouths, picking up the phone.

"Hello, Stressline, the extra S is for extra stress. This is Rory."

Shawn pulls two chairs in front of Rory's cubicle. He motions for Emily to sit in one first before he takes his own seat. He has a file in one hand and the coconut in the other.