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[cutting_edgex23]

X slips in through the front door, stopping by Bar to order dinner. Tonight the choice appears to be soup and half a sandwich.

Bar also decides to give X a T-Minus device, which she spends a few moments investigating while letting her soup cool.

The trolltag autonomousArmament does not appear to disturb her in the least, though she does keep

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[ever_noteful]

"Hello, Laura."

All Meg got from Bar this evening was a mug of mint tea.

"May I join you?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Meg," X says, looking up at her friend.

Then she shifts her sandwich plate a little, making for more room on the other side of the table.

"You can."

Beat.

"You are okay?"

[ever_noteful]

Meg nods, taking the chair near the spot Laura has opened up for her.

"I'm well, thank you."

[parkerlee]

"And I feel like I've spent the day laying in Luis's barbecue pit."

Really, it was hotter than hell in north Texas today. And it's only June.

Parker arrives with a plate of spicy California roll and a mango smoothie.

"Is there room for one more?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

"Hey," Duo says, leaning on the bar a stool or so away from her. "How the heck are you?"

He's wearing his Preventers uniform, looking a little rumpled now. Deciding to stay for a day or so was an impulse, but he's gotta go home wearing the same clothes he left in.

[cutting_edgex23]

"I am -- "

X pauses to consider which word to use.

" -- good."

Maybe she's practicing.

"You are okay, too?"

[maxwellsdemon02]

"I am!" he says. "Hadn't been in for a while, so when the door showed up the other night I thought I'd take it as a hint and check in."

"No robot disasters recently?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"No," X says, shaking her head once.

"But there have been Little League playoffs."

Beat.

"And rumors about the Weapon X program."

She studies him a little more carefully.

"You have been very busy?"

[evil_koala_626]

It's not long before her inspection of the device is bolstered by the addition of another pair of eyes. It's difficult to say how long he's been nearby. Or it would be if you were to ask people who were not X. Stitch's scent is rather distinct.

In any event, there is currently an alien sitting on her table and leaning in to peer more closely at the whatsit.

[cutting_edgex23]

X tilts it a little to give Stitch a better view.

"Bar gave it to me," she explains, after a few long moments.

"I do not know why."

[evil_koala_626]

"Hmmm."

Clearly closer investigation is in order. This entails canting his head to one side and flaring his ears forward as the mysterious device is considered.Which is to say Stitch snuffles all over it. And prods the chitinous screen with a claw. And licks it. And takes a thoughtful bite from her sandwich.

"Issa Comm," he reports, spraying crumbs in the process.

Munch munch munch.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes," X agrees.

Carefully.

She does not appear to notice the sandwich-napping.

Of course, she's also got soup left. That will do.

"AutonomousArmament is me."