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 can't believe you wasted food like that," Kenzi marveled at Topher. "Just when I think you can't get weirder..."

And that was a pillow now aimed just past Peter. Since he freaked if you touched him. "Play with us! XBox!"

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Topher was about to comment to explain that he'd eaten the ice cream afterwards, but that last exclamation by Kenzi effectively distracted him.

"Yeah! Play!" he echoed. "I'll make you any kind of robot you want!" Yes, Topher. Start the bargaining there. "And Kenzi will... do something else! For you!"

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"I think you should apologise to Kenzi right now for making her sound like a prostitute," Peter told Topher. "I'm not playing. I need to go grab coffee with my brother soon, anyway."

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"And a cheap one," Kenzi said, throwing another pillow in Topher's direction now. "Dude, watch the phrasing... Really? Coffee? With Ender-Ender-Ender?"

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"Maybe he'll play with us," Topher suggested, trying and failing to dodge the pillow.

Topher, no. No one wanted that.

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That way laid getting your ass kicked three ways from Sunday, Topher.

"Yes, with Ender," Peter said, ignoring Topher, since that seemed to be the sane option. "He practically begged me to when we left."

Not entirely a realistic portrayal of events.

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Kenzi's eyebrows might be hinting she wondered about that, but what she said was, "Hang out 'til the food gets here. You can have whatever isn't ice cream. Since that's been ruined for you forever... We need to take you out drinking."

YES. IT HAD TO HAPPEN.

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Fine. He'd just ask Ender to play sometime. And, of course, live to regret it.

Then the idea of Peter drinking hit him, and Topher snorted. "Yes! We have to! And you can try those jello thingies!"

And that tattoo thingy! Or maybe that was just him.

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Oh, come on, guys. You couldn't say you didn't see this one coming.

"I don't drink, either. Bad for the brain."

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"Peter, you're such a middle-aged geek, I swear. Come on. Take one night out of your life to do something teenagery and fun," Kenzi said in exasperation. Or come along to watch Topher get drunk!"

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Topher considered threatening withholding geek services, but remembered how well that had worked for him last time.

Instead, he just decided to caution Peter, "It's better if you plan it than if she tricks you into it."

What a surprising display of insight!

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"Not everyone is you, Topher," Peter reminded him. "Look, I hope you guys have the best time of your lives doing things that are teenagery and fun. I just don't want to get too distracted."

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"From what? School's always going to be there. In fact, with time travel, you can take as long as you want to get it perfect," Kenzi said, bemused. "Politics will always be there too. Maybe not exactly the same, but..."

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"It's not like doing something fun once will completely wreck your career plan," Topher added. "'sides, you're already smart. 's not like you have to work hard or anything."

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"When you're smart," Peter said, "You have to work even harder than anyone else to get something real done."

But that came a bit too close, so he turned back to Kenzi. "Look, I've had my wild days in the past, but not anymore. I'm not a drinker."

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"What did you do on your wild days?" There's a knock at the door, and Kenzi drips her way over to let room service in, two trays worth. She extracts money from Topher's wallet to tip them. Serve him right. "Thanks guys!"

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"He never got his chest waxed," Topher shared helpfully.

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"Because only idiots get their chest waxed."

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"You got your chest waxed?" Kenzi already has an onion ring in her mouth, and she almost chokes, laughing. "Why why why wasn't I there with a camera?" She throws a doughnut at Peter. Just for fun.

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"I did not say that!" Topher insisted, holding up both hands. "And there is nothing wrong with it. Or... getting your legs waxed. It's FINE."

It wasn't fine.

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Peter snickered. "It is not 'fine'," he said. "Girls get their legs waxed, if they're concerned about that kind of thing. Bodybuilders. Actors who do nude scenes."

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"Swimmers," Kenzi contributed. "And can I say 'ow'? Shaving's good enough for me." TMIwhat? "Also now I have this image of fuzzy carpet being removed in strips. Probably from working at the site."

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"That was Tony," Topher interjected. "Ben and I just got our chests done." Topher snapped his fingers in triumph. "See? Ender likes it!"

Ender probably didn't like it.

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"Thought you didn't like Ender," Peter said idly. "And Kenzi? Nobody here needs to know about your carpet."

Thanks, Peter.

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"Nobody here ever will know, 'cept me," Kenzi returned, unfazed. Then threw a pillow at his head, to follow-up the doughnut. "I'll be sure and ask Tony to take his shirt off to show off, the next time I see him."