[Scout's hand flexes like she'd like to cover the paper or take it away, but she doesn't. Idly she notes that being that tall and having a muzzle means looking at these things requires definite chin-tucking, and wonders if his neck is more flexible these days. She's had little to do with him but does remember when he looked more human.]

Joker wanted help, so I came to see. I owe him. Until I get this finished I can't stop thinking about it, though. Really I should be spending a month dedicated to it above everything, but there's allowance for taking only three days.