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[a1enzo]

The current circumstances with (or rather, without) Bob have been really hard on Enzo. After talking to Dot in the bar, it occurred to him that they must be far, far worse for her. After she cheered him up (and he can see what she was doing, in retrospect), it's only fair that he do the same

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[command_dot_com]

...It does not take a hacker to figure out what's going on and Dot smiles wryly as she enters in through the front door. Sometimes, her little brother can be one of the most endearing little sprites in the entire Net.

"Hey, I'm hoooome."

She'll take care of the mess later. Right now...happy dinner with a little brother.

[a1enzo]

"Hi, Sis! I made dinner!" and it's a strong sign that it was entirely for Dot that it's not piezoelectric pizza.

He's hovering on his zipboard, peering curiously into the high-up drinks cabinet that he is so not supposed to touch. "What do you want to drink?"

[command_dot_com]

"How about just some soda for tonight?"

Dot wanders over near her little brother, very glad she encrypted the locks on that cupboard almost as thickly as her blackmail file. She's feeling a little less like getting drunk around her little brother, there are healthier ways of dealing with her problems.

"Don't feel like wine tonight."

[a1enzo]

"Okay!" and he goes for the fridge instead. "Code cola? Surge?"

[command_dot_com]

"Code Cola." Dot smiles and heads for the table taking out and doing the file shuffle with her PDA. "So aside from cooking a lovely dinner...what else did you do today?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo pours two cups of soda. "Not too much. Got an order to deliver some packages and one to pick up someone's takeout." He puts the cups down and takes a seat. "Y'know, now that we're back online, I should get some new jetball cards. Mine're all hours out of date."

[command_dot_com]

"We'll see about doing that tomorrow if doing rumor control doesn't eat up all my processing time." Dot takes some plates and silverware out of the cupboard, setting her PDA on the table. "Tommy said he might stop by again if things get too hectic around here again."

[a1enzo]

Enzo giggles. "You mean she might!"

[command_dot_com]

"I checked, he got changed back not long after I left apparently." Dot grins... "You remember what I talked about?"

Command.Coms should not be so evil. It's poor form.

[a1enzo]

"Bar doin' weird stuff to people. What happened?" He leans forward. Give! Give!

[command_dot_com]

"It was april Fool's day, now you're going to want to avoid some User-world holidays, that one especially, it seems to be devoted to prank pulling..." She extracts the files from her PDA...and puts up the photos of Tommy in his Ranger Fuku with glitter on his face into a VidWindow. "Which Bar seems to enjoy doing."

Yes. She'll pay for this, but she did promise Enzo she'd explain. And this further backs up her threat from Mardi Gras. Behave or she'll have Bar dress you two in pink frilly tutus.

[a1enzo]

...okay, you'd better keep Enzo away from the potatoes while he's busy cracking up.

[command_dot_com]

Which Dot does, there's nothing like laughter to get your mind off of a bad day, or a long series of bad days. The potatoes get moved to the otherside of the table and she starts tucking into the thoughtfully prepared dinner. "Remember... you never saw these from Me."

Bar would be far more likely to show them.

[a1enzo]

Enzo nods while gasping for breath. Finally he manages to say, "What was he wearing?!"

[command_dot_com]

"He said he was dressed up like some character from a TV show based on the Rangers... Sailor Fuku, I believe is the term for that outfit." Dot grins.

[a1enzo]

"That was based on his group?" This just sends Enzo into a fresh fit of laughter. "That's worse that True Stories of Mainframe!"