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After having taken Daniel to school [all while listening to the young Witwicky go on at length about how awesome his costume was going to be, and how all his friends would be jealous], Rad walks into Milliways with a look that could be described either as "mild relief" or "what a nice surprise to be here". Locating his DS Lite, he asks the bar for her suggestion of a microbrewed beer served up with Tostitos and home-made salsa, heads over to that part of the bar [with Lionizer in tow] that sees reasonable traffic, and sits down to pick up where he left off in his game [while said cat-bot lies down underneath the table].

Ordinary days are often the best of days...

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There's a Guardian a few tables over, eying the DS warily.

Do not worry Bob; it's totally harmless.

Rad looks up. "Oh, hello Bob. I thought that was your signal."

That's not going to comfort you, is it?

"...what are you playing?"

"Pokemon. I just have one more gym to beat."

He still hasn't come across any other games to play—in Milliways at least.

Bob grimaces. "I hate those games. What's so entertaining about capturing animals and making them fight each other?"

Rad, for his part, just looks Very Taken Aback.

"I could just pick those that are clearly plants, and get them to fight?"

He really has no idea what Bob's getting at.

"The plant types are still alive," Bob points out. "It's not comfortable getting stuffed into those balls no matter what type you are."

He knows this from experience.

Try using that line with the salad munchers.

"I can not play the game around you, if you like, but I can't do much about the games humans create to entertain themselves with. I'm an off-worlder. They get rather pissed when someone else—especially an outsider—tells them what they can and can't do."

He closes the lid. What he was hoping for was just a normal day in Milliways. Not the feeling of guilt over pixels.

"But, I can't imagine spending time inside the storage boxes on the computer is any fun at all for them."

...now you've got Bob feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--I was just stuck in a Game like that a few cycles ago and I'm still kind of annoyed about it, that's all."

Who knew that Pokemon could be this stressful?

"You were? I didn't think they made PC versions of Pokemon."

Pause.

"You were one of the monsters?"

"Yes."

"Really? Any of the ones I'd know? This game says there's now 485 different kinds out there."

Pokemon: we keep making them so long as you keep obsessively collecting them...

"Probably."

...what?

Doesn't sound like Bob's about to disclose the gory details just yet.

"Other than being stuck in a ball, what else have you been up to at home?"

Or ever.

"Planning for Dot's birthday party, mostly."

"Still? Nobody offered to help?"

"Oh, I've got help, but there's only so much I can pass off to someone else..."

"Does it make it any easier?"

A wry smile. "Sort of."

"Still not getting any easier, though?" Pause. "You decided on a theme?"

Besides "birthday" and "baby shower".

...

"Does it... need a theme?"

"No, but it kind of makes it a little easier. Just so long as it's not too exotic or absurd."

Pause.

"How about things that remind you of when you and Dot first got to know each other? That should help."

Humans will go for that mushy stuff; he figures sprites will, too.

Bob cringes. "We didn't exactly meet under the best of circumstances."

What with the deletion of an entire city and all.

"Oh."

Pause. Gosh, this is unexpectedly complicated.

"Then you should go with things that remind you of Dot. Should work."

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