Strokes of Genius: Thursday, 3/24

[onlymistaken]

Cally was sure there was a reason all of the little wooden poseable sketch models were lined up on the counter when she arrived, in positions that might well have been used as visual aides in the class of Professors Holmes and Watson.

She just didn't want to know what it was.

However, after the third time she'd straightened them all out, gone off to do something else, and returned to find them in an even more questionable arrangement, she gave up and just left them alone.

Even if that foot could not possibly go there without one of the partners being double-jointed or the whole affair occurring in a null-gravity environment.

[Open and wary of gremlins.]