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Never too soon to start baby into the habit of exercising!

Granted, "exercising" here involves "being strapped to her chest while Mom jogs," but Ralph at least seems to be enjoying himself. The fact that Sonia's braid is a wonderful chew toy may help here.

Both are, of course, bundled up reasonably for the winter weather. It's almost like home!

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"...who?"

"Haro. You can meet him after I've found someplace to park Dynames-- that's the mobile suit."

Her hand tightens on the whip.

"Why not now?"

"Because he's busy piloting, and we're blocking the road while we argue about it."

His hand does not go anywhere near his gun. He's still hoping to resolve this with diplomacy.

....

Well, she's gotten that it's not sorcerous, and she can always beat the tar out of him whenever if he's lying...

So she invites herself into the passenger seat silently.

Ralph sucks on her braid, cooing.

...Okay then.

As soon as the door is shut behind her, he starts driving again. Dynames follows, like a very large, battered robot puppy.

When they reach the house proper, Neil parks the car in the empty spot beside the white Mini Cooper.

"All right," he says, opening the door and getting out. "I'll just be a minute."

He's in no particular hurry as he wanders back towards Dynames. If she decides to be suspicious again, she can definitely stop him.

Nope, she'll just be out here, leaning on his bumper and watching.

And educating.

"Thassa giant armor, Ralphie. They're usually littler'n that. See, those parts're called 'joints.' If you hit 'em hard enough, it'll fall over!"

"Aglaaaah!" Ralph replies.

"You'd have to hit pretty hard," he calls over his shoulder, amused.

Dynames, presumably under the direction of the mysterious Haro, lowers a thing kind of like a rope ladder with only one rung. Neil steps on, it retracts, and he climbs into the cockpit and disappears shortly thereafter.

Absolutely nothing happens for about fifteen seconds.

Then Neil speaks, his voice only slightly amplified.

"Is anyone using that overgrown patch there?"

He raises the suit's arm and points off to the side, at the space between the orchard and the back of the earth bunker.

"He'll get strong enough in a while," she replies confidently.

OK, so it'll be like thirteen years a while, but still!

"...don't think so. You mess up the bunker and it's your hide, though."

And she's ready to engage if he starts looking like he's leaning more in the "causing mayhem" direction than the "parking and then explaining things" direction.

"Okay. Thanks."

No mayhem ensues. Dynames turns - it moves a little more smoothly now that Neil's at the controls - and walks carefully around the bunker, then sits.

Presumably, somewhere back there, Neil and Haro are climbing out and coming back.

And Sonia is not far behind, squinting.

She is not seeing any other pilot. WHAT TOMFOOLERY IS THIS?

This is...

...an orange ball?

...

.....

>:I

SONIA'S GLARE DEMANDS ANSWERS!

Calmly: "This is Haro. Haro, this is... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, ma'am."

The orange ball rotates in Neil's arms until its tiny buttonlike eyes are pointed in Sonia's direction.

"Hello! Hello!" it chirps.

"Sonia. Belmont."

.......

!!!!!!

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IT TALKED

IT'S CUTE

Pardon her, she's just going to gape for a moment.

Ralph squeals and flails at it.

"There. Haro, meet Sonia."

Neil is... totally not grinning. Not at all.

"Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!"

It flaps its ear-flaps up and down, revealing little orange hands tucked away underneath.

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OK OK she can restrain herself (even though it is also causing adorable glee in Ralphie, who has decided the earflappery is the BEST THING EVER).

Now is the time for squinting!

...dang, it's not even sorcerous. She has no excuse whatsoever to be a jerk about anything now! ~~Life sucks!~~

"...yeah, OK, just make sure y'all don't go around squishin' things." After a thought, she adds, "Other'n things that oughta be squished."

"I don't plan to do any squishing at all, if I can help it."

A one-shouldered shrug.

"If I need to defend this place, though... it would be rude not to, while I'm here."

That gets him a bit of smile.

"Good t'hear."

He returns the smile.

"Now I just have to go find Steve."

A glance to the bunker.

"Think he's in there?"

"Either there or that place with all the metal golem things."

Their actual names do not matter, they are all metal golems!

"See y'all 'round, I guess."

"See you! See you!"

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