[It's probably for the best if they both assume that the moments when they'll get to drop character will be few and far between. That way they can prepare themselves for keeping their masks on permanently. This is a big test for both of them, one that they can't fail now that they're no longer trainees. But neither Roxy nor Eggsy has gone undercover for this long before.

JB makes a quick circuit of the first floor of the cozy little home that's going to be theirs for the foreseeable future. There's no furniture in place yet, so the dog has full reign of the place, and is quickly making himself at home. Much more quickly than Eggsy and Roxy will, in any case. But no, he should be thinking of them as Gary and Roxanne. God, he was never fond of his birth name. Still, Gary is better than Chester.

By the time that he and JB have done some exploring (of the backyard as well, which isn't huge but provides more than enough space for a pug) and Eggsy's making his way back to the front door, Roxy's on her way in.

The way she describes it, movement in the upstairs window, is a little too clinical for any normal person with a white picket fence. (This house has one of those. It's ridiculous.) Eggsy makes a note to warn her about it later, when it's safe to do so, and instead focuses on her question.]

Well, we probably shouldn't get our hopes up. They may not be the baking sort.

[Still, given the kind of neighborhood that they're in, he wouldn't be surprised if they did end up with some kind of housewarming gift. This is all so bizarre, a snapshot of a life that Eggsy never had, and he has to fling off that feeling that he doesn't belong here. That someone will see him for what he is and label him an impostor.

That's not going to happen, he tells himself.] Where should we wait while they're moving everything in? I don't want to get in the way.