Family dinner.. to an extent

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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]

"Great!" he calls back, pattering down the stars. "Dot, you gotta see the swing we put up for the fort! It's a tire that's big enough you and Bob could prob'ly sit in it together! We had to hang it up with a chain 'cause a rope woulda snapped!"