[video: forward-dated to the 24th]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Hey. [Sam grins at her drone---and thus, Haven in general---as she strides (a bit unevenly, as always) down the hall her apartment is in.] If we've talked a lot, or you've done me a favour, I need to know where you are, cause I've got something to give you. If you're at home? Great. If not? Say something, don't make me hunt. I got too much ground to cover today.

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[eyestothesky]

[What's that? Oh just a white fuzzy face peering at the video with big green eyes. S'mores seems to like the drone, and is currently pawing at it though the sudden face and voice have her taking a startled jump back, ears perked, paw half-raised like she's not sure if she should smack it or not for startling her.]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Oh, hello, you!

[Cuteness proximity; no-one's immune.]

[eyestothesky]

MOW? [The kitten's meow? Loud enough that the drone shakes on the floor and she herself shakes a little bit across the sill she's perched on.

The noise draws The Spine's attention though, peering up from his book and smiling when he spies who's saying hello.]

Hey there.

[10_20_15_5_50]

Holy shit.

[And then Sam's laughing, because that was awesome.]

Talk about a serious set of pipes! And Spine, hey. You free for me to stop by, take maybe five minutes? I have a little something for you and your little friend.

[eyestothesky]

Sure, S'mores and I weren't doing anything too serious.

[Back to the typical 3.5 on the Richter Scale purring for the kitten because hello new person are you gonna come and pet her?]

[10_20_15_5_50]

I thought I'd heard that that was her name. It is 'her,' right? And right on. Maybe she and Bon Ron can become friends---he'll be by, too.

[eyestothesky]

I'm sure she'll like him just fine. How's the door working by the way?

[10_20_15_5_50]

Oh, it's awesome! He can come and go as he pleases, nobody's complained about the warning beeper, and I can just kick the button when I'm hauling two armfuls of groceries or Hiro. Thanks again for your help getting it installed!

[eyestothesky]

No need to thank me, I'm just glad I could help. I know the pain of trying to fit large animals through not-so-large doorways.

[10_20_15_5_50]

I can only imagine.

[...even though imagining is probably inadequate, because whatever The Spine's experience is, it's likely 5 to 40% weirder than what Sam would anticipate.]

We'll see you and S'mores soon.

[eyestothesky]

[The story of his entire life is that in a nutshell.]

Sure thing.

[on to action]

[10_20_15_5_50]

[Sure enough, there is---eventually---a ponderous tunk... tunk... tunk... knock at the door, which isn't a 'knock' so much as 'Bon Ron snootling the door with some force.']

[Wooo action!]

[eyestothesky]

[Sam, you can all but feel that loud meowing coming from inside the apartment in all it's loud glory, even as a few moments later, The Spine would be answering the door, stepping back to let friend and moose alike enter.]

Well hey there.

[yas]

[10_20_15_5_50]

Heyyy.

[Still sitting astride Bon Ron---who just ambles in---Sam hurriedly shifts to lie along the moosebot's back to have her legs out of the way. It's a bit of a snug fit, but not impossible; Bon Ron scrapes through, surveys the room it's just entered, and make a stuttery click-click-click which is probably a sound of contentment... or at least not negative, since Sam doesn't pay it much mind.]

[The skin-witch slides to the ground, and persuades Bon Ron to kneel so that she can untie the bulkiest parcel attached to its rack. It's irregularly-shaped, and half her height.]

You were a tricky one, y'know. So I hope you'll like what I have hammered out, here.