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[oom: Fry meets next year's form teacher, and establishes that she's not a stranger.]

Things are still weird.

Some time after his dad has left, Fry comes in and looks carefully around the room. He hurries up to the bar and leaves a note.

'Dear Dr Lecter,
Dad says I'm not aloud to be your friend until we know if you are a safe person.
Fry
P.s. You should stop getting shot out a cannon it seems to be making people very upset.'

Accompanied with the note is a drawing of a cannon.

With that done, he sits at a nearby booth, in good view from all angles, with some squared paper and crayons. He painstakingly colours in the little squares in patterns down the page.

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If he is in good view of all angles then Amanda will have no problem seeing him when she comes in from her run out back.

With a smile she walks over to his booth, looks at his artwork and takes a seat. "Hello Fry." she watches him carefully without faulting in her casual nature. A skill developed after centuries of staking out security systems.

"Hello Amanda." Fry says, without looking up from his drawing until he's completed his column of little squares.

She lets him finish without further interruption. When he is done she comments, "Art and music, you are growing up to be a renaissance man."

"What's that?" Fry asks, looking up.

"It refers to a person whose expertise spans a significant number of different subject areas."

"Like a librarian?" Fry asks.

"A librarian can be a renaissance man ... person. Do you like the library?"

"Yes." Fry says. "The librarian showed me where the books are about real things."

"What do you like reading about?"

"Animals and maths and science and how things work." Fry says.

"That's great. What is your favorite animal?"

"I still like penguins a lot." Fry says. "And I have a worm farm. I don't think I have a favourite."

"I like birds, seeing them flying high above it all"

"There was a dead bird and it was a skellyton." Fry says.

Amanda frowns for a brief moment. "Well then it was probably dead for a while."

"Your dad says you have your own door. When did that happen?"

"On my fifth birthday." Fry says.

"That is a great birthday present." she grins.

"Do you ever come with your father too or only on your own?"

"Sometimes." Fry says. "But he doesn't bring me in on purpose at the moment because of the bad man."

"The bad man?" she looses her smile, "Whose the bad man?"

"Daddy says I shouldn't say in case he's innocent because that would be spreading a lie."

Amanda smiles a little, "That sounds like your father." so she will not push.

Adding, "Just know if you ever need help just let me know. "

"Yes, you're a safe person." Fry says.

Amanda resists the urge to hug the boy.

[OOC: fade here. Because so adorable.]

[ooc: Sure, thanks for the thread :)]

Edited 2014-06-08 22:12 (UTC)

As soon as he spots Fry, Enzo heads over.

"Hey, Fry," he says, trying to keep it as casual as ever.

"Hello Enzo." Fry says, continuing down the line of squares on his page before he looks up.

"What're you doing? Colouring pixels?"

Fry thinks about this for a moment.

"These are squares. Aren't pixels rectangles?" he asks.

The mun actually used to do this with pixels as well as squared paper, back in the day when one could zoom in MS paint and see boxes.

"It depends on the screen. Really what a pixel is is a picture element. It could be a square or a rectangle or a triangle or a dot, as long as there's a lot of them that make up whatever you're looking at."

They're also swarming light-creatures that live in the Web, and the name of a sprite who was the Spock analogue in that Star Trek/Marvel Comics mash-up, but that's Enzo's world for you.

"Then yes." Fry says. "In a pattern."

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"It looks nice."

"Thanks." Fry says.

He finds it kind of relaxing.

"Dad said he told you about Dr Lecter, have you fixed it yet?"

Well. Fry is nothing if not straightforward.

"It's not that easy. The rules here say we can't do anything if he doesn't do anything bad here, and he hasn't yet. But I promised I'd help keep an eye on you."

"Is he still my friend?" Fry asks.

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"I… I don't know how he feels about being your friend, but you should definitely stay away from him. He's dangerous."

He thinks back on Hex, who was his friend for a while. He was older than Fry then, and cognizant of what she was capable of, but he was, and is, pretty sure she had no desire to hurt him. But he was still cautious around her.

"And you absolutely did not do anything wrong."

"How do I know if someone is a safe person?" Fry asks.

Enzo stifles a groan and reminds himself that it's good practice for when he has children of his own.

"That's kind of hard to answer even for most people. Even if you can usually tell, sometimes there might be someone like Dr. Lecter. From what I hear, he's really, really sneaky. But usually they won't be like him, okay?"

"So he's a liar?" Fry asks.

Feel for his Dad, Enzo, he's been tackling this all week.

Even that's tricky to answer for someone as literal as Fry.

"Either he is, or he doesn't say important things." That much is certain. "I don't really know him myself, so I couldn't say."

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Fry hesitates, then asks.

"Does that mean I am a bad person for not telling Dad that my ear hurt because I didn't want to have the thing in my ear?"

"No! No. You should have told him anyway, if your ear hurts and you don't get it checked out it could get worse, but that doesn't make you a bad person. What I mean is like..."

He thinks.

"Okay, if a really bad person, someone who does things to hurt people on purpose, told you they did those things, it'd be easy to know they weren't safe, right? But they're probably not going to tell you."

Fry will admit that his ear exploding may have been a cue to tell Dad next time.

"Dad said most people are not a bad person."

"That's right. It's just the few people who are who spoil things for everyone else."

"Dad said before that there isn't such thing as bad people but people who do good and bad things."

"Usually, that's true for humans." It's often a bit more straightforward in his own world. "But if someone does a lot of bad things, and likes to do them, and doesn't mind that they're hurting people, I think you can probably call them a bad person."

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