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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[glacial_queen]

"So says you, but I've watched those spars of yours. You're much improved even in the last year," Karla retorted. No one got to disregard Ben's skills. Not even Ben. "You haven't noticed how much longer your spars last now?"

[momslilassassin]

"Not in the last few weeks," Ben said a little dryly. "Granddad's been pushing himself, which means that I'm learning I'm not as good as I thought I was."

[glacial_queen]

"Or that your grandfather's insane when it comes to competition," Karla pointed out. One of those two. "Though...how long are you lasting now, even with him pushing?"

[momslilassassin]

"About seven minutes," Ben said, smiling, "which isn't bad."

It was really, really good.

[glacial_queen]

"And when I watched you for the first time last year, how long could you last with him not pushing?"

[momslilassassin]

Ben thought about it. "About three minutes," he said. "Five on a really good day."

[glacial_queen]

"I rest my case," Karla said, grinning.

Alex would have been so proud.