"So, I have some good news for your artistic friend and some bad news." Kyo begins while setting the box containing the revolver down on the desk of reception, drawing in Drake's attention immediately.

"I'll take the bad news first." 

"Very well, it's not linked to Bonnie and Clyde." She would assume Drake already guessed that though, judging by the unsurprised shrug of his shoulders. "However, it is still a very early colt single action army, that combined with the fact that the grip was a limited addition made especially for these kinds of guns and that they're quite scarce these days? Your friend could make a lot of money from it without needing the Bonnie and Clyde connection." 

"Really?" Seems this boy doesn't know too much about guns but in a way, that's a reassurance for the redhead, earning himself a subtle smile as she lightly nods her head.

"I'm not exactly a gun expert but from what I could gather, I'd say it's safe to assume that he could make at least $30,000 from it at a gun auction, certain collectors would bite his hand off." 

She hadn't really looked at it for a moment longer than she needed to admittedly, every time she analyzed the piece, it would bring back memories that she would much rather forget but she is still at least sure of her assessment. 

"Thanks, he'll appreciate that for sure."

"I was upholding my end of the bargain, no thanks needed." She lingers for a moment longer, her eyes reading the orangette's expression very closely before finally, she speaks again. "You'll find a small raise within your next paycheck for your assistance and discretion."

And with that she beelines back to her office, she had gotten most of the exhibit's design finished and now she wishes to look through the photos Sabo took at the party, the blonde was thoughtful enough to bring them along with her camera upon picking up Ace. 

But sadly she hasn't had the chance to look at them quite yet, closing her office door behind her before subtly locking it, she makes her way back to her desk and begins flicking through the photos as a content smile spreads across her lips. 

They consist of many things; Thatch and Marco smiling at the camera while half-hugging, Lotte dancing without a care in the world, Eustass Kid sticking his finger up at the camera, Ace and Bonney seemingly dancing together, some guy with twirly eyebrows smoking, some girl with ginger hair waving a wad of cash in the air presumably winning a bet.

Somehow he even caught Kyo and Law speaking to each other, the photo creating a small flutter inside her chest as her fingers instinctively fiddle with her necklace, Law's wearing his usual smirk in the image while leaning back in his chair, his eyes clearly studying the giggling redhead sat across from him. 

I didn't even realize I was smiling...

She doesn't quite know what to do with these photos though, it's not like she can put them all on her wall, some people appearing in them are ones she doesn't even know. 

Turning her attention toward her camera instead as she reaches out to it, grabbing and bringing it closer while she checks the reel, thankfully she finds that the blonde hadn't burned through the whole film. 

Her eyes soon trailing back toward the photo of her and Law on impulse as a thoughtful frown begins to darken her features. 

Would it be weird to keep this picture?

Her mind thinking back to how warm he felt when sat beside her a the café as well as the look in those pretty eyes of his, instinctively trying to push the thoughts away but more of him fill their place, how he looked her up and down as well as twitching a little at her touch. 

The girl soon leaning back in her chair as a deflated sigh pushes itself past her lips, her gaze resting on the ceiling while her mind wrestles with itself, her fingers anxiously mauling the photo before she finally decides to tear it.

Though upon attempting such a feat, she finds herself reluctant, her fingers and wrists refuse to cooperate with her brain.

Finally giving up on the task entirely and simply tossing the photo back on top of the pile.

Why am I so weak when it comes to him? He's just a man.

She's snapped out of her thoughts with a jolt when her office phone suddenly begins to ring, straightening herself up in her chair before leaning over and answering it with a professional tone. "Hello, Dracule's History Museum..." 

"Mama said you may have the cigar case." That deep voice she has only heard once before but she can place it to a face easily, her free hand reaching over to take a pen and pressing it to the notepad beside her computer. 

"I see, I assume it won't come cheap." The redhead instinctively rolling her eyes at her own words, as she begins writing down the object on offer before asking the all-important question. "What does she want for it?" 

"She suggested an arrangement, Mont-d'Or gets your hand in marriage and you get the cigar case." A very clear grimace traversing the girl's face at the mere suggestion, she has no idea who this person is but nor does she intend to marry him either, the politeness very quickly abandoning her tone as she responds with a scoff.

"So, she essentially wants to own half of the museum in exchange for a cigar case?" The girl's voice laced with mockery despite her best attempts to hold it back. "Come now, Katakuri, name a more realistic price."

There is no way in hell she's going to be bribed into marriage.

"She had an alternative planned for when you reject the proposal," Seems Linlin wasn't exactly banking on her answer being a positive one, something that relaxes her somewhat as she cautiously listens to the man. "Obviously I was supposed to tempt you into marriage first but I'll just spare us both the time, she'll take $25,000 for the cigars as well as the case they come in."

She considers haggling him down a little but Katakuri doesn't seem like the kind to budge and considering the money her father has spent on things with less value, she'd conclude that it's quite a fair price. 

"Very well, bring them in tomorrow and we'll check the authenticity." 

"You don't trust mama's appraisal?"

"Absolutely not."