Stark Industries, Monday

[endsthegame]

Holiday or no, Ender wasn't going to keep from working. In fact, he had put the HELP WANTED sign back up in front of the window, along with the little note that said Technology Shop - All Questions Answered, because he had a feeling there were still some newbies roaming around who could use it.

Then he turned back to his laptop, and went to work.

Lemons falling from the ceiling or not.

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[momslilassassin]

Ben came in just in time to avoid getting smacked by a falling lemon. "Ho, Ender," he said, glancing up. "Fit of whimsy?"

[endsthegame]

"Fit of whimsy," Ender agreed, from under the makeshift umbrella he'd set up. "Give it twenty-four hours."

[momslilassassin]

"Am I correct in guessing that any jokes about making lemonade with this will be met with the derision it rightfully deserves?" Ben replied.

[endsthegame]

"It won't get you smacked," Ender decided, "The ceiling'll take care of that."

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, I think I can dodge it," Ben said, grinning. "Or get an umbrella. Has this been happening all day?"

[endsthegame]

"Since I got in," Ender confirmed. "It'll be gone by tonight, I'm pretty sure. Until then..." He tapped the reinforced umbrella above his head. "...it inspires."

[momslilassassin]

"If your work follows you home, I'm going to be unhappy," Ben teased, holding out Ender's coffee and giving a little Force-nudge to the lemon that tried to divebomb the drink.

[endsthegame]

"I'm sure you'll manage to rig something up," Ender said, snatching away the coffee while he still could.

[momslilassassin]

"I'll use your bed as the roof of my hiding place," Ben threatened.

[endsthegame]

"In that case," Ender said, shooting him a glance, "I'm going to rely on the fact that you don't mind sharing."

[momslilassassin]

"You'll have to bring your own pillow," Ben replied, eyes twinkling, "and keep your smelly feet to yourself."

[endsthegame]

"That might make sleeping difficult," he replied, and sipped his coffee, stone-faced.

[momslilassassin]

"I'll tell you a story," Ben said, "but only one. Will that make it better?"

[endsthegame]

Ender slanted a look his way, and wiggled his eyebrows. "Is it about knights slaying dragons?" he asked.

[momslilassassin]

Give him a second, he's a Skywalker...

Ben burst out laughing. "Naturally," he said between snickers. "Everyone knows the knights always win. Even against sneaky dragons who are smarter than the knights."

Especially when it was a Knight telling the story.

[endsthegame]

"In fairytales, at least," Ender said, and set his coffee down carefully. "I think a smart dragon would probably have you beat."

[momslilassassin]

"Do you know any?" Ben teased.

[endsthegame]

"Maybe," Ender said, leaning back, "But I'd pit my knights against legumes, first."

[momslilassassin]

Ben made a face. "The knights don't like legumes. Especially really large legumes."

[endsthegame]

"The knights," said Ender, with much fanfare, "Need to suck it up, so dragons don't kick their butts."

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed at him as he leaned against the counter. "The knights aren't that worried," he said, rolling a lemon at Ender.