command_dot_com: (worry)
command_dot_com ([personal profile] command_dot_com) wrote2010-07-01 09:08 pm

...this is a new role...

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.
mendanddefend_archive: (huh)

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

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

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

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

And why does she seem so uneasy about it?
mendanddefend_archive: (frown)

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

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

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

[personal profile] mendanddefend_archive 2010-07-15 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
mendanddefend_archive: (don't speak Linux)

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

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

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

[personal profile] mendanddefend_archive 2010-07-15 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
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?"
mendanddefend_archive: (Bob and Dot: OTP)

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