Spa at the Monastery, Room 2, Thursday Afternoon

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In contrast to the past few days, Topher and Kenzi's room was now meticulously clean. This was because many of Topher's robots and wires and such had been thrown away and/or destroyed. KENZI.

There was, however, a fairly complex chain of wires attached to the TV, and three video game controllers set out on the floor. And there was a T-shirted Kenzi in the tub, a pajama-clad Topher who had dragged his mattress onto the floor in front of the TV, and a zombie-killing game on the screen.

Peter was sure to love this arrangement!

[[For the evil overlord and lady! Kenzi modded with permission. Up early for timezones!]]

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"I guess," Topher answered, though he didn't sound all that invested in the subject. Also, he was still opening and closing the cabinet door with his feet, which sort of took up most of his attention. "I'll be able to play with brains and stuff. 's fun." Neutral, uninterested tone. Whatever.

"You know in politics you have to wear suits, right?"

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Peter shot him a dry look. "I have suits," he said.

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"He does. He wore one to a dance. Though why he bothers when that's the only place he's ever gone out...." Kenzi was warmer now, and pulling the house phone toward herself by its cord. "We should order room service. And you can't talk to the bellhop guy again, Topher. You have lousy bedside manner for service people."

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"He couldn't figure out the tip!" Topher protested.

Amateurs.

"We can order room service," he began, then paused. "If Peter plays a level."

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Peter shot Topher a look like he was particularly dumb. "No," he said. "I'd be crap at it anyway."

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"So for once, be crap at something," Kenzi told him, pausing in dialing for food. "It has to happen sometime." Ha!

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"Yeah!" Topher agreed. "C'mon. It's not that hard."

HA. Be on the other side of the peer pressure for once, Peter.

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Peter Wiggin: not nearly as susceptible to peer pressure as you, Topher.

"I came here to talk to you," he said lightly. "No video games - we agreed on that."

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"Have you even tried any?" Kenzi asked, more curious than insistent. Also, soon to be getting hungry enough to call no matter what terms Topher set. "Or are you judging without trying?"

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"That would be racist," Topher informed Peter solemnly. "Which is bad. For a politician."

Except that... no, Topher. Just no.

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Peter eyed him. "Do you even know what the word 'racist' means?"

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"He didn't know what civil disobedience meant the other day, either," Kenzi said with a mild eyeroll. "I think he lives in his own virtual reality."

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"It's comparable!" Topher insisted. "Come on. One level. It'll teach you democracy."

He meant diplomacy. And it would teach Peter no such thing.

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"I know democracy," Peter said. Dryly. "And it's not comparable. One is about not judging people based on their skin color and cultural and racial background. The other would be 'not choosing to spend my day on a waste of time'."

There.

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"Stop being on my side," Kenzi told Topher. Honestly. "I am going to get you a Word-a-Day calender, I swear." Back to Peter, she said, "Look, we want you to play with us. Humor us. One level. Then if you hate it, no more. Promise!"

It's not like she could hold his hands on the controller, after all.

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"Please please pleeeeeeease?"

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Aw. It would be like kicking a puppy.

"No," he said.

He wasn't that nice.

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"Spoilsport," Kenzi said, then gave up on him for the moment, and started ordering food. "Two bacon cheeseburgers, onion rings, fries, oo, poutine..."

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Topher did his best to think of something that might convince him. Unfortunately, he got distracted.

"Oooh! Hey, Peter! Did you know you were wrong about something?"

Uh-oh.

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Peter sighed. "What is it now?"

Ahahaha. He read radio this morning, Topher.

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Kenzi looked up, curious, still talking into the phone. "Chocolate shakes, one of those salads, hey, some mozzarella sticks... What was he wrong about?"

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Topher, meanwhile, had missed the broadcast. He'd been busy, see. There were zombies to be killed.

"Turns out Ben doesn't actually like your brother!" he reported.

False.

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Peter stared at him for a minute.

Then just started laughing.

Honestly, after the initial shock, he didn't care so much. If Ender was distracted and happy, he'd be easier to mess with. Probably. If Skywalker didn't put things in his head. ...Dammit.

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Kenzi had also heard Radio this morning. And was now facepalming.

"Topher, who told you that? And what did they say?"

Not that she had anything invested, but keeping Topher from getting beat up was getting to be a hobby.

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"Ben and Tony!" Topher was just as shocked as Peter and Kenzi! Except that Peter seemed a bit hysterical, rather than shocked. Topher chalked that up to his severe case of Must Always Be Right syndrome. "They were all, 'that's not true' and 'I wouldn't tell Peter even if it was true,' and blah blah blah 'saying that could get you hit.'"

It was true that of all the girls at Fandom, Karla remained one who still hadn't punched him yet...