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There is a nine-foot-tall knuckle-walking junkyard robot seated on the floor near the fireplace.

Two eighteen-month-old children are entertaining themselves by climbing all over said robot.

So yeah. That's a thing that's happening.

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Ichabod side-eyes the children.

(The idea that the giant metal... thing... is a bodyguard hasn't occurred to him yet, it looks like they're alone.)

The children might be siblings--they have similar features and the same dusky skin tone. The one with straight, dark hair waves to him from the top of the metal thing.

He waves back, tentatively.

"Hello, children."

"Hi!" says the dark-haired one.

"Hi!" says the red-haired child a little further down.

Bwoop! says the robot, giving a little wave himself.

...well, that's new.

He offers them a smile. "Are you not with your parents?"

The dark-haired child gives him a funny look. "Wit' D0G," she says, pointing at the robot's 'head.'

Mwrr, D0G concurs.

"Forgive me, I've never seen anything quite like... D0G... before. It is your guardian?"

"...iss D0G," says the dark-haired child. The red-haired child nods. (Whaddaya want? They're only a year and a half old.)

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"Does it speak?" he tries.

(He's not very experienced in dealing with toddlers.)

D0G shakes his head.

"...ah. But you are intelligent. Do you protect these children?"

D0G nods. (They're not the only ones he protects, but Ichabod didn't ask about that.)

"I see. In that case, I need have no concern about them here."

No one would get past the nine-foot robot.

"Yah!" The red-haired child hugs D0G enthusiastically. D0G chirps cheerfully back at him.

He can't help a smile at that.

"And it seems they also consider you their friend."

Bweeeoop! D0G nods eagerly and gives Ichabod a thumbs-up.

That's... really sort of adorable, even from an enormous metal dog with hands, which Ichabod has apparently decided to treat like a person.

"Then it's a pleasure to meet you, Master D0G, and children... I don't believe I got your names."

The red-haired child speaks up. "I'n Eli."

"Hope," says the dark-haired child, pointing to her chest.

"Eli and Hope." He smiles. "What lovely names. And do you take good care of your sister, Master Eli?"

Eli gives Ichabod a blank look. Why should he need to take care of his sister?

Ichabod returns it, still with 18th century mindset.

"I admit at your age, Miss Hope's honour is not at risk, but a brother should protect his sister from... bullies, and such, if they should come along."

"No!" says Hope, sounding almost offended.

"No?" He raises his eyebrows at her, amused - and a little impressed by her spirit.

"No," she repeats firmly.

"You feel able to protect yourself, then?"

Hope folds her arms and scowls at Ichabod as if daring him to say otherwise.

He laughs, but it's not at her in any unkind sense.

"Well, I stand corrected. You are certainly very fierce."

Abruptly, she grins. "Yah."

And don't you forget it!

Ichabod grins back.

"Perhaps I should be advising you to take care of your brother. Or the two of you, of each other."

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