command_dot_com: (worry)
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It's taken a few cycles for Dot to see if it's possible to leave for a few cycles. Without getting anyone suspicious to her actions just yet.

She'll start making notices once a certain objective has been completed, and that involves getting home early to cook up a very large meal. Nothing especially fancy, just a lot of hot links, grilled chicken wings, enough salad to fill a bathtub.

Bob should be home and picking up Mairi from the sitters any nano now.

Date: 2010-07-14 11:27 pm (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (Default)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
And in short order...

"We're home!" Bob calls from the front door.

"Weeh haaam!" echoes Mairi.

Date: 2010-07-14 11:45 pm (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (huh)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
"Already? Wow." Bob heads for the dining room to strap Mairi into her high chair. "What brought this on?"

Date: 2010-07-15 12:04 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
Bob sits down. "What is it?"

Date: 2010-07-15 12:39 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (huh)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
Bob doesn't say anything, just quirks an eyebrow.

Date: 2010-07-15 02:51 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (huh)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
"Okay, so we know it won't kill us. So what's it like there?"

And why does she seem so uneasy about it?

Date: 2010-07-15 02:59 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (frown)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
Bob frowns. "And... there's some reason you can't just talk it out in Milliways?"

Date: 2010-07-15 03:06 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (bitch please)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
"...you want to go to the Middle Ages for a vacation."

Date: 2010-07-15 03:11 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (kilt)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
Grooooan. "Do I have to?"

Date: 2010-07-15 03:21 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (small smile)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
"Yes, sweetie. They're the things attached to your feet," teases Bob. He picks up a napkin to wipe some of the cheese sauce off of her face.

Date: 2010-07-15 03:28 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (don't speak Linux)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
:: Sprites who bang their bowls on the table don't get seconds, :: Bob chides his daughter gently (and silently.)

Date: 2010-07-15 03:44 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (small smile)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
Bob gives his wife a sidelong look. Should they let her or not?

Date: 2010-07-15 03:57 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (huh)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
Bob nods. "I can work with that."

Date: 2010-07-15 04:10 am (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (unscarred)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
He reaches over to touch her hands. "Just... if something goes wrong and you have to stay longer for whatever reason, let me know, okay?"

Date: 2010-07-15 11:28 pm (UTC)
mendanddefend_archive: (Bob and Dot: OTP)
From: [personal profile] mendanddefend_archive
Bob nods and smiles. "I trust you."

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