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Like many User holidays, Mother's Day, while not native to his world, seems like a very sound idea to Enzo. The only bug in the situation is that he doesn't have one.

That's not to say the role isn't filled. He spent a good chunk of yesterday with the Fentons, helping to pamper his future mother-in-law. He vidwindowed Dot, who raised him, and AndrAIa, the mother of the first Enzo Matrix's child. It was a full and fulfilling day.

Nevertheless, today finds him in Milliways, staring pensively at a plate of cookies. (He's eating them, but slowly.)

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Lucas missed any significance of yesterday, which is just as well since he's a fellow member of the club. So the meaning doesn't sink in yet. It will in a hurry if the day is mentioned, but right now Lucas just sees a friend being pensive about cookies.

And sometimes when he's pensive and eating, Lucas knows he'd like some friendly company.

"Hey Enzo," he says, coming over from the bathrooms after cleaning up for a meal.

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"Oh! Hey, Lucas. Dragon."

Hello, Enzo. You're giving your treats considerable contemplation.

"Well, food's gotta lotta meanings," Lucas mentions.

So I've noticed. It is more than mere physical sustenance.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is."

He shakes himself back to the here and now. "Sorry. It's nothing," he says unconvincingly. (He does not wish to upset Lucas with talk of mothers.)

Lucas knows well enough that it's not nothing. But he also knows what it feels like to be pushed into emotional extremes, so he nods in acceptance.

"Y'want company or should we get lost?"

"No, no, company's cool." His own feelings are defying definition at the moment. Some distraction might help him get a handle on them, or at least get past them. "You want some cookies? Not these, cookies you can actually eat."

"Yeah, that sounds good," he says, taking a seat.

And then, with a bit of a laugh, he goes, "I dunno what kind of cookies I want. Must be all kinds of cookies here."

"Definitely. Some of them are really weird."

"I think I'm in the mood for weird cookies."

When he waves over a waitrat and asks, he ends up getting a plate of chocolate chip potato chip cookies. He looks it over, poking at the ridged things sticking out from the cookie.

He shrugs, takes a bite, and has to keep himself from laughing at the strange but nice taste.

"What's in them?"

"Potato chips and chocolate," he answers when his mouth's clear. "They're all salty and sweet."

And crunchy from the sound of them, too.

"Wonder who thought these up?"

"Someone who really liked junk food."

"It is pretty junky, isn't it?"

Not that he won't finish the cookie in his hand. But he should order some real food, too.

"So how've ya been besides today? I've been pretty good since last time. I made friends with someone who taught me this meditation thing that might help the next time something like that happens."