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[Eames happens to be in a library at the moment (or what appears to be one, in any case), and is walking along the outside line of the shelves, grinning.]

This isn't half bad, really. I could offer a few suggestions, of course, but just the lack of projections means it's cosier than most dreams I've visited.

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I would gladly help in that endeavor.

Then we must, at some point. Have you ever met a man named Dominic Cobb?

No, only Arthur. Who's that?

A mutual friend. If we do take pictures, I'm sending him a copy.

[ Oh, he grins at that. ] Of course. What else would you use them for?

He'll probably think I doctored them, of course. As if there aren't better expressions to falsify than a smile.

Maybe you should take video instead.

Maybe I should. He still won't believe it possible without the use of technology or mind-altering substances.

[ Waves that off. ] Just blame it on magic.

Magic. [The word has a world of amusement behind it.] That wouldn't work, not with Cobb. Ariadne, maybe, or Yusuf, given the proper phrasing.

Oh! What about hypnotism?

Now there's an idea. I wonder if point men are susceptible to hypnosis.

Point men?

Of which Arthur is the pointiest.

[ He chuckles. ] Wouldn't hurt to give it a shot, right?

The excuse or the activity itself?

Both.

Good choice. Now to find a way to pull it off without dying at the end.

Well, if it works, we can just hypnotize him to forget it happened or who did it in the first place.

A blank spot in his memory, or the act without a perpetrator would still lead him directly to me, I'm afraid.

You do this kind of thing often?

Not precisely, but it wouldn't be out of character.

All the more reason we should try.

What do you do normally? When you aren't encouraging life-threatening decisions.

[ Grins. ]

I'm a musician. You?