Starks [at least for now], Friday, September 24

[momslilassassin]

Ben was hardly a stranger to how Stark's was set up, but it was the first time he'd been in the shop unsupervised, which was why he might look like most kids would in a candy store.

...no one ever accused him of being all that normal.

He was behind the counter bright and early that morning, fiddling around with a mouse droid and eager to earn his paycheck so he could get rid of that damn arm tattoo help the community with their technology woes.

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[momslilassassin]

"I should write that down," Ben said. "Embezzling is a no, then."

[endsthegame]

"No embezzling," Ender agreed, "And no other forms of fraud, if it's okay with you."

[momslilassassin]

"I think I can manage to remember," he replied before taking another bite from his sandwich. "Anything else? Phone answering etiquette, maybe?"

[endsthegame]

"Try to remember that most people calling in don't know their Skywalkers from their Joneses," Ender said, with a straight face, "So lead in with the store's name."

[momslilassassin]

"Clearly those poor uninformed souls should adopt me and take me away to a land where no one cares about my last name either," Ben replied.

Because Ben had reacted so well in Ender's world where no one cared who he was. Truly.