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Tonight, just out of the office and practically glowing with glee, you have a green COMMAND.COM at the bar with two boxes, one small, one rather large which soon get set down upon the surface.

"Bar? Could you deliver these invites to Ray Stantz, Tommy Oliver, Suzi and Whistler, Danny Phantom, Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, YT, Hiro Protagonist and Barbara Gordon?"

"And deliver the rest of these to everyone else in the Bar that Bob and I have ever talked to more than once."

Both boxes disappear into the Bar's surface and are replaced by a napkin soon filled with writing.

anything else?

"Yes, could I get a large salad, two c-loin steaks, an order of paradoxes, some chips, 2 energy shakes, an order of cyber-fries, 2 bowls of RAM, and some fruit to convert into digitized form?"

eating with Bob?

"No, this for me, I've been hungry all cycle. Oh! And a mug of Ray's Green Stuff."

After a long pause the order is delivered on severals trays which Dot carries over into a booth to devour. So long as you don't take her food, she is totally botherable this evening.

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"Remember how the end talk of how alpha-versions are compiled grossed you out?" Dot says pointedly, gulping down some green stuff. "Those will determine how much I'll have to eat afterward to recover."

"Quite a bit, so keep working on those levels."

Enzo thinks back to The Talk. What was the last... bit... "Oh, ew!"

Mwahaha.

The lesson here? DON'T POKE YOUR PREGNANT SISTER FOR INFORMATION.

"That answer your questions?"

:-P

"Way to make babies gross, Dot."

Edited 2008-03-15 06:12 (UTC)

"You're not the one pregnant." Keeping poking her. We dare you. "Therefor I reserve the right make this very gross for you."

"Babies're s'posed to be a good thing!" :-P again. "I am majorly glad I'm a boy."

"They are." Generally if you don't ask too many questions. "But you did ask, Enzo. Keep that in mind."

"Yeah, but..." He gestures helplessly at Dot's meal, which is still friggin' huge.

See Enzo flail. Flail, Enzo, flail.

"Alright, you did ask about the food. But you shouldn't worry, I'm being careful with what I eat, and we have plenty of cash in the accounts to keep me well fed during the pregnancy."

And if anything else, Dot will start knitting to help pay off a tab.

Or offer to do accounting.

"'M not worried, it's just weird."

But that reminds him... "Oh, by the way, I was talking to Belar a little while ago, an' he said his brother's function is helping women have babies." (The mun is sure this is a gross oversimplification, and an unfortunate double entendre besides.) "He said he could maybe talk to him, if you need help with anything."

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Whut?

Oh, dear. He hasn't upset her, has he?

"'Cause sometimes when you talk about the baby you look kinda worried," he jabbers, "an' Belar's brother's a god, well, of course he is, Belar's one too, an' if he can help with User babies I bet he can help with sprite babies too 'cause we're like another level down, an' you prob'ly don't need any help anyway but just in case you do Belar said he could ask. That's okay, right?"

No, just bewildered her.

She was not expecting her little brother to nose around about her pregnancy issues.

"That alright...I'll talk to Belar about that, the next chance I get."

He wasn't nosing, just taking advantage of an opportunity that presented itself.

He smiles. "Cool. He said his brother's mostly busy with his people at home but he could at least give some tips if you need any." Not that Dot often does, about anything, but hey, if an expert's available...

"I'll be sure to ask if anything comes up Enzo, thanks for worrying."

Really...it's not the pregnancy part that's worrying. Lots worse stuff can happen during the birth.

"Y'welcome. I bet you won't need it, but if you do," shrug, "it's his format."

Hey, he never specified which part. not his fault He's not clear on the details, not his fault but he really doesn't want there to be any chance of a repeat of all his fault Mom.

Edited 2008-03-15 23:02 (UTC)

...Aww.

Dot leans over out of the booth to give Enzo a hug. "Hey. When we get within a minute of the due date, you can help decorate the baby's area if you want."

He hugs her back.

"Alphanumeric! Where's the baby's area?"

Translation: You ain't givin' it my room, are you?

"We're going to be setting up in a corner of my room, it'll save trips down the hall."

Translation: She's going to fuss non-stop once the baby is born.

"That makes sense."

He contemplates for a moment, then starts to giggle. "So we're gonna redecorate, like, one corner of the room?"

Nursery wallpaper might clash a bit with the overall decor.

That's what windows and mobiles are for silly.

And we never said it would be a very big thing.

"We'll work on turning the guest room into a nursery to play in later."

Mobiles, the mun admits, could work with Dot's taste in art. Something suitably Calder-esque...

"Coolness." His room is safe!

Actually, knowing Dot's business sense, the mun is slightly surprised she didn't rent it out.

With a constant door to Milliways there? And her sex life? And the pregnancy?

Ahahaha. Dot likes her privacy.

"Just send me any idea you might have while you're studying at the Academy." Dot smiles. "You might even find some good idea around the supercomputer."

"Okay!"

And if you're really lucky, he won't let his roommates help.