So, I don't exactly know what this is or where it came from. I know it's really short and random, but it haunted me, so I wrote it. I hope somebody besides me is entertained by this scenario...

"Um, Eames? What is this?" Arthur asked, looking at his pile of papers.

Eames raised an eyebrow. "Is this a trick question, Arthur?"

The Point Man rolled his eyes and picked up one sheet. "I was talking about this," he growled, turning the paper so Eames could properly see it.

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This Certificate is Awarded to: Arthur

In Recognition and Celebration of: Being the Best Shag Buddy Ever

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"Do you like it?"

"I don't understand it."

"What isn't there to get?"

Arthur frowned. "Why this even exists is a good place to start."

"Arthur, after what happened last night, you deserve an award to put in a picture frame." Eames smiled.

"Eames, it wasn't any different from any other time." Arthur pointed out.

He shrugged. "Yeah, well, when we were doing the unmentionable act, I just thought to myself, 'He is really great at this. He is fantastic at this.'"

Arthur looked at the ceiling as a frankly adorable shade of pink came onto his face. "I'm glad you think I'm good in bed."

"No, no. You got it wrong. I think you're fantastic in bed."

"Hmmn. Well thank you." Arthur said. "You're not bad yourself."

"Oh, really?"

He smiled. "Think I'd let this keep going on if you were bad?"

Eames chuckled. "I guess not."

"You know," Arthur said, looking at the paper. "I think this is pretty enough to go on my fridge."

"I'm touched." Eames said.

Arthur nodded, smirking.