I guess. ...though, if they're able to tell that there was egg on their house until someone washed it off, wouldn't it mean I did a bad job cleaning?

[ Now's as good a time as any other for a break, so he drops his brush back in the bucket and turns to properly face Kei. He's all of five feet tall and looks about as worn out as he feels; it's not a scorcher or anything, but after too long outdoors even the mild warmth has started feeling a bit oppressive. ]

Haha. Someone has to do it, probably.
I'm Jamie Doh. I think we might've spoken online once?