The C.I.C, Friday Afternoon-Evening

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And today marked yet another week that Vette was making her way in for her job, settling herself in behind the counter with the raven perched on her shoulder, admiring the shiny metallic bits of her headpiece.

"Fine," she said, glancing its way before getting back to her weird little evolution game, now armed with a computer with a scroll wheel built in, "but if you poop on me, buster, I'm letting you deal with the next round of, 'you need to take a break' with the MMO players."

The raven seemed amenable to that, and gave a light 'quok' before settling in.

[OOC: Open!]

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[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan wasn't being dad-nervous, honest. He.. just wanted to check in, see if Vette needed anything.

"How's it going?" he asked casually, coming down the stairs.

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"Pretty good," Vette replied casually, hitting the 'pause' button on her game. She grinned up at Kaidan. "I made a friend."

Who hadn't pooped on her yet, true to its word.

[spectre_alenko]

"I see that," Kaidan smiled, "If you want another.." He pointed to the small 'bot sleeping in its cushy cushy pet bed, under a blanket, at the other end of the counter. "Buzzy, wake up."

Buzzy heard its name! Buzzy spun to life, whirling out from under the blankets and zipping over to Kaidan.

"Please don't try to work on him, but if you need company, he responds to simple commands."

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"I won't work on your droid unless your droid gets damaged," Vette replied solemnly, looking back to Buzzy and giving him a little grin. "Hey there!"

She smiled back at Kaidan.

"He's cute."

He was going to pick up all kinds of terrible habits.

[spectre_alenko]

"Say hello, Buzzy," Kaidan said with a nod toward Vette. Buzzy waggled a foreleg in something that might have been a wave.

"He's adorable," Kaidan agreed, "He was supposed to be a battle training droid. I don't have the heart to let anyone shoot at him, though."

Squishy man.

He heard what she said and grinned, "Please don't damage the droid either, Vette."

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"I wouldn't on purpose," Vette protested, grinning. "He's not my droid to break!"

She paused, and then added, "But if you ever have any spares..."

She liked tinkering.

[spectre_alenko]

"Any spare broken droids, you can have to work on," Kaidan promised. "How's the High Galactic coming?"

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"Slowly," Vette complained. "... But it is coming. One of the teachers at the school found translations for the class materials for me, though. Sort of."

He'd swapped the default font on a tablet. It didn't account for the weird High Galactic tendency to use two letters where one would suffice, but Vette could follow along well enough anyway.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan nodded slowly, "That's good, at least. English is weird sometimes."

Mostly always.

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"Sometimes," Vette agreed with a little huff. "From time to time."

Another pause.

"I hate it a little bit."

A little tiny bit.

[spectre_alenko]

"Everyone does, trying to learn it as a second language," Kaidan validated her feeling, "It's a hodge-podge of so many different languages that sometimes the spellings and rules make little sense."

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"Two letters for sounds that don't need one? It's dumb," Vette announced. "So the tablet places Trill and Herf side-by-side where a Thesh would do, but at least that, I can figure out. And not burn down the kitchen class in the meantime."

[spectre_alenko]

"...Did someone else burn down the kitchen class?" Kaidan asked, because he'd been here long enough that wouldn't surprise him.

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"Nah," Vette replied, because she was in Hannibal's class, not Karla's, "but I made some pretty disappointing buns the other week."

They were still stuck to the ceiling of her dorm room.

[spectre_alenko]

"Buns are hard. Bread of any kind isn't the easiest thing to make," Kaidan noted.

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"These ones were steamed, and they looked a little bit like ugnaughts," Vette sighed, rolling her eyes. "Guess who has no idea how to use a steamer."

It was probably for the best she hadn't tried. There would have been fire, then.

[spectre_alenko]

"Ugnaughts?" Kaidan asked, "Not familiar with those. "How'd you cook them without a steamer?"

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"Ugnaughts apparently look like 'piggies,'" Vette replied, looking a little bit at a loss. "A sentient species from back home. Not to be confused with Gamorreans, which are bigger and green."

And a favorite stooge for Hutts. She'd seen a few of those over the past few years on Nar Shaddaa.

"I... baked mine. They turned out... they were buns."

Hannibal had been an impressively good sport about trying one.