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Suzi is settled down with brown fluff in her lap, attempting to untangle blue fluff. Fifteen minutes ago it was a hyper puppy and a ball of fluffy blue yarn. Now? Joy is asleep, and Suzi is glad she hadn't started on actually knitting anything. She's talking to the snoring brown ball while she works at the tangles with all ten fingers and eight handling tentacles,

"I thought cats were supposed to attack yarn, not puppies! And now you're going to be up all night, aren't you?" Her only answer is another puppy-like snore.

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Bill is in a good mood today. Suzi can probably tell from his nager but anyone can see by the smile he's got on. He's walking by with a dish of Boston Baked Beans, the candy covered peanuts, when he see's her and the mess of fluff.

"Does knitting the sweater On the puppy really work?"

"Hi, Bill!" She beams up at him, then shakes her head, "Well, the puppy wanted to try? It seems?" And then she reaches down to ruffle Joy's fur gently.

"Well looks like you got her tuckered out, think that's your chance to get her fitted an all." He grins. "So, how you doin?"

"Oh, no, she did this all by herself." Suzi shakes her head, laughing, "I'm okay, you?"

"Looks like it took some doin too." Bill notes, pulling a piece of yarn and letting it drop. "I'm good though, kinda had a wierd night the other day but it turned out alright." He picks up a handful of candy and crunches on a few.

"What kind of weird?" She's also sulking, just a little bit. She's Being Good so that when Chinese New Year comes along she can cut loose in Chinese desserts. Bill's sweet tooth is a trial.

"The kind of weird where I get stuck in the middle of a fight between the guy that looks like me an his ex." Bill winces a little. He eyes the bowl a moment and looks at her, "Can you eat peanuts?"

"Oh...When was that?" She shakes her head sadly, "No. They could kill me."

"Oh!" Reflexively he pulls the bowl away, "Sorry."

He puts the handful of candy he has back in the dish and sets it on a table, away from them. "Sunday night. Mal was bartending an I come in and she was at the counter. Her name's Eva, me an her have talked a bit an I went to say hi. It ended with her runnin off." He feels bad about that part because he let her go, but he also went up later and fixed it so not too bad all in all.

"Oh. Um." She tilts her head, "That had to be awkward."

"Yeah. A bit." He nods. "But she's okay now so it turned out alright. I guess."

"You don't sound sure of that." She says with a frown, "What's wrong?"

"Nothin. It's just..." He scratches his ear trying to explain. "I like her, she's real nice an all an we get on well. But Mal said a few things about her an I don't know if they're true or not. I don't think they're true, she said a buncha stuff bout him too so I'm sure most of it was just ex's fightin. But..." He tries to voice the doubt and shakes his head. "Nah. Never mind. Just me bein paranoid."

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Sometimes, ten year old boys have cute dog radar.

This is definitely one of those times, so Caleb heads across the room to say hi to the dog.

And its owner too, I guess.

"'Scuse me, ma'am, can I pet your dog?" he asks, in his strong Southern twang.

"Hmm?" Ten is old enough for the possibility of Establishing or Changing over in Suzi's world, so her mind automatically slots him into potential adult. "Let's see if she's going to wake up, okay?" Suzi's own accent is that of New Orleans...circa 4870. She removes one tentacle from the mass trying to untangle the yarn, and scritches under Joy's chin.

"Yip?"

"Whoa...tentacle..."

Caleb stares. Then he blushes as he remembers his manners and tries to backtrack.

"Uh...I mean...uh..." he stumbles inarticulately over his apology. "Sorry," he finally mutters, "didn't mean to stare."

Besides, the dog is cute, and the tentacles seem non-threatening.

"Eight of them." She corrects, wiggling them around, "I'm from the future...a long, long ways in everyone's future so far. My kind of human is called a Sime, and I'm a symbiont. Her name is Joy."

"Oh," says Caleb, going very wide-eyed. The future is going to be one crazy place.

"I'm Caleb," he offers. "I'm from 1995."

He reaches out and scratches Joy behind the ears.

"I never met a future-person before," he admits.

"I'm from 4870." She says cheerfully, as her puppy goes PETTINGS! and makes the happy rumble, "But I live in 1993, San Francisco."

"How can you be from one time and live in another?" he asks. "Ain't they the same thing?"

The logic makes sense in his head, but he's also pretty sure there weren't people with tentacles in 1993. Of course, he's never been to San Francisco, so he could be wrong.

"How can you be from one time, and be at the End of the Universe?" She asks in return, "I was born in 4848, came here in 4870, was severed from my world, fell in love with a man from 1992, and live with him now."

That's the easy version.

Caleb wrinkles his nose to think about this one for a minute. Then he nods.

"Ok. Time is real weird in this place anyway. Is the future cool?" he continues, with almost no segway at all, "Like with flying cars and stuff? In movies they always have flying cars."

Suzi was an adult at twelve years old. She has friends who made their first Kill at ten, and had friends who were killed at ten...as adults. His age? Doesn't mean that he should be sheltered, not where she's coming from,

"No." Her voice is soft, "Most Sime aren't symbiotic, they're parasitic. So a lot of people die, every month. Technology was destroyed in about 2000, by dragons, and then there were thousands of years of chaos before things got started again. We have horse-and-carriage set ups, mostly."

That doesn't sound like the movies. Not even a little bit.

"Oh," he says, a little deflated. He pets the puppy again. It helps. But then he looks up at Suzi again.

"2000's only five years away," he says, more than a little worried. "Is it gonna be really awful?"

While everyone else is waiting for Y2K, Caleb will be on the lookout for dragons.

"You're not from my universe." She says promptly, "There's a chemical we have that you don't...I can tell, I'm designed to be able to notice it. Only three people other than me zlin with selyn; my lover, Ilyana ambrov Rior, and Quinn. So you probably won't have dragons."