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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

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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[sime-channel.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh. He did it once, a long time ago, but hasn't since then. He's also worked on movies...he's the best soundman on the West Coast." Pride fills her voice.

Of course, she likes the slightly dorky blind man better than a debonair super-spy. Really. She's met James Bond. Whistler is better.

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Caleb does not know that James Bond is here. If he ever learns such a thing he may just die of spy-envy.

"Does he know any movie stars?" asks Caleb, who lives in awe of Hollywood.

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"I never asked him." She says with a shrug, "If he does, he's never mentioned it? I don't think he enjoyed that job very much." Whistler doesn't take orders well.

[caleb-temple.livejournal.com]

What's not to like about movie stars? Caleb certainly doesn't know.

"Well, that's good then, that he's not doing it anymore, if he didn't like it." says Caleb sagely. "I think when I grow up I might be a doctor."

Although now, of course, he's thinking about being a person who breaks into buildings with soldering irons.

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"You don't already have a profession?" she asks a little blankly. As stated far upthread: in Suzi's time, he's about ready to be called an adult.