Danny's Volume of Springtime Haiku

Danny types at his desk in the empty late-night press room when C.J. approaches. He deflects her curiosity about his work by claiming the document is a volume of springtime haiku, delivering the line with wry humor that lightens their immediate banter before sliding into tense probing about the Gulfstream leak. No physical details of the volume appear; it exists as a verbal fabrication tied to his laptop screen.