Gun runners today, spiders tomorrow -- and Indian tonight. See you later, Finch.

*flashes him a genuine, warm smile and a little wave as he heads out*

[ooc: Reese (like me) isn't exactly the domestic type - 'long-handled dusting thing' is about as good as it gets. I figure Finch was the one who made sure the loft was stocked with cleaning supplies anyway. *g*]