Family dinner.. to an extent

[command_dot_com]

The load at work has slacked off enough that Dot's at home cooking dinner this evening, instead of the usual take-out. Stir-fry, with c-loin tips in gravy, crackles on the stove. She expects her little brother will be back from Milliways soon, and then they'll be able to talk.

After all, he's been getting into so much these days, and sometimes she just has to bait the little guy with food to get him to sit still long enough to talk. Dot looks up and smirks when she hears the upstairs closet door shut and starts setting the table. "Enzo! Dinner's almost ready, I hope you've got an appetite!"

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[a1enzo]

Enzo sighs. "Yeah, I know." It had been a blow to find out the Guardians weren't totally perfect.

Then he brightens. "But if I'm a Guardian, maybe I can help fix stuff like that!"

[command_dot_com]

Man, Enzo's been taking lessons in idealism from Bob again, hasn't he?

"We'll see. But I did want to find out if you still wanted to go or not, in light of what happened with Daemon."

[a1enzo]

"More than ever," Enzo says earnestly.

Really, the only difference is that his mental classification of potential Guardianship has shifted slightly away from 'wicked cool' and further toward 'really important'.

[command_dot_com]

"Alright, now then, what other plans do you and Tyler have for your treefort? Has he met Frisket yet?"

Really, that dog can terrify anyone that he meets (or eats).

[a1enzo]

"No, but I told him about him and we're working on a way to get him up into the fort. I know he could jump it but we don't want him knocking anyone down. So far we're thinking of a kind of drawbridge. I hope he doesn't chew through the swing chain..." And thus proceeds the meal.