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'Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday afternoon

Kenzi wandered in when she was awake, and started re-arranging the mannequins in the back into a tea party. A very, very wrong tea party.

Then she left Karla a note: We still need to name the cock!

Then she contemplated the videos, wondering if Toby would want one. Or the God of Mischief.

So much to do, so little time.

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Was that Peter, rapping on the door to 'Dite's Decadent Delights?

Peter, with a gopher clinging to his hair for dear life?

Why yes, it was.

"Hey, Kenz! Do you have any rodent-sized gear?!"

Kenzi stared for a moment. Then said, "Peter? I think you need help. Hello there, small furry thing."

"It's Topher," Peter said merrily, barging into the shop.

The gopher nearly fell off his head, so he grabbed it - which resulted in Topher clawing at his sleeve.

"Ahahahahahhaha!" Kenzi nearly fell over laughing, then started looking around, gleeful. "We have to have something in his size! We have duckies in bondage gear, we have to have dolls!"

"Just keep him away from the vibrators," Peter suggested, tucking the gopher into the sleeve in question. "There are limits."

He didn't want wee rodent Topher to have a heart attack. That would be kind of really inconvenient.

"So, right, no ducky friends," Kenzi noted, a little sad, then finding a pair of dolls (http://www.quercusbooks.co.uk/media/loispeter-for-david-logan.jpg) that were going to work *just fine*. "Look! A gimp mask! How long has he been like this, anyway?"

"Since the start of the week, more or less," Peter said, pulling a face. "Okay, not all the way down the sleeve, buddy..."

"So wrong," Kenzi giggled, and then started to strip the dolls of their costumes. "Topher! He doesn't want you to show your appreciation that way!" She held out the mask. "Look, I have clothes for you!"

And there was Peter, reaching faaaar into his sleeve to retrieve a scrambling gopher. "Look, it's this, or let you loose on that kid who does ribbons."

"If you bite me, you are so getting it when you're human again," Kenzi warned the gopher. "Ribbons? Which kid is that? Also, your admirer was in here earlier.* Hold still, Topher."

*modded with permission of same!

"I don't know. Mayor's kid? It's been on radio," Peter said, waving a hand.

He offered the gopher to Kenzi.

"Oh, the little kid. Seriously, Topher, you should be thanking us," Kenzi insisted, pulling the hood over his head so he could look out the eye-holes. "Do you want to be girly?" There was a squeak at that. "Didn't think so. Now your vest."

On the scale of things she'd done to Topher, this was up there, but still didn't touch That Weekend. Then again, she'd been someone else at the time.

"Just keep him away from the vibrators," Peter said again, shielding wee Topher's eyes. "He gets antsy."

Shut up.

"Don't think the pants will fit him, but there's a little belt here... that's just darling." HEEE. "And Topher, some day we'll have a scientific talk about those. I'm sure you can design the best one ever--" Squeak!

"All he does all day is sit in his Habitrail and eat Doritos," Peter said. "I thought this might be a nice little adventure for him."

Kenzi reached under the counter and brought out her iPhone. Then snapped a picture of a gopher in S&M wear. "And it is! We should put him on the swing we have in the back, he'll have fun with that." She grinned. "So what else have you been doing, aside from looking out for Topher the Gopher?"

*flash!* Preserved for posterity!

Peter reached out and plucked off Topher's gimp mask as soon as Kenzi was done. He was kind like that. "Oh, not much," he said idly. "I convinced Oz to make me his TA, but that was about the height of excitement this week."

You know, outside of all the stuff he was doing as Locke.

"He's the one that taught 'how not to be evil' last term, right?" Kenzi grinned. "What's he teaching this term? Topher, if you just sit still, I'll pour you out some Mountain Dew."

Because Peter surely wanted a hyped-up gopher to take home.

"Life skills, something like that," Peter said, waving his hand around. "Mountain Dew is a good idea. Some kid called Loki tried to feed him a carrot and he just turned his nose up, snobby little fella."

Kenzi snickered, went back to retrieve a saucer from the break room, and poured out the drink for Topher, who sniffed at it and then started slurping. It was a hilarious picture with the vest still on. "Loki's the kid who Alex was trying to beat up at the picnic. And everyone and their brother's been warning about on the Radio."

"Yeah, I've heard about that," Peter said, grabbing a chair and pulling it up. "He's definitely a curious one."

"Hercules says he's a mini-god." Kenzi was still not sure about that. "He's got a purse full of gold and claims he's from Oklahoma, but somehow I think it would be a bad idea to pick-pocket him." She leaned on the counter, watching Topher. "On the other hand, if he is a God of Mischief, I kinda want to ask for pointers."

"Oh, I don't think anyone needs that, Kenz," Peter said, leaning back in his seat. Ugh, nightmare bait. "It could only end badly."

The toothy grin Kenzi gave him probably helped with that. "Well, in the meantime, I'm setting up to deliver musical underwear here on Karla's shift. Good times."

Peter's eyebrow went up. "Is there something happening between you and the looovely Karla that we didn't know about?" he said. "Do I need to shield young Topher's ears?"

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