The Perk, Friday Noon

[lockestheway]

To someone, somewhere, it was probably good to know that Peter, for all his busy schedule controlled his life, could still find time to help out a friend. Acquaintance. Person he knew. Former personal gofer? Yeah. That last one

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher bounced in only a few minutes later than they had arranged to meet, armed with a yellow legal pad for taking notes. He was sure Peter was going to have a lot of valuable insight on the subject of how to behave in a college interview, so he thought it would be wise to write it down.

"Happy Friday," he said brightly, claiming the seat across from Peter. "I think this is gonna be fun. Are you excited? I'm excited."

[lockestheway]

"I'm about as excited as a bull with a cattleprod up his ass," said Peter, because he was Peter. "Now what is this college you're going to again?"

Toss-up whether he legitimately didn't remember or he was just being a dick-- oh, it was Peter.

[dollpocalypse]

"Technically I'm not definitely going there yet, hence the need for interview practice," Topher disclaimed, with a sweeping gesture to indicate the café. "But it's Stanford. It still exists in the future, right?" It would be unfortunate if his degree wound up being worthless in a few hundred years, was all.

[lockestheway]

"I don't know," Peter said. "I've never considered college worth my time."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was safely in Haiti. And also venting over text message, because... Well, because.

The policy on not dropkickick annoying dignitaries still stands, right? Just checking.

She hadn't, for the record.

[lockestheway]

Peter rolled his eyes. Yes, no matter how annoying and unintelligent they happen to be.

[whenshewasnice]

Pity.

Maybe not, but it had been a particularly annoying case.

[lockestheway]

Now what have they done?

It wasn't like Peter was unsympathetic.