I'm always surprised that people read my stuff especially when I don't think what I write is any good. But thank you for reading and reviewing. I'm glad you like these. And if you're willing to read I guess I'm willing to write.

PS Kawaii, I PM'ed you but in case you don't read it, you don't have to start a new account just go to account, settings and change your pen name if you want.

I don't own Generator Rex.

The Architect

"Here Six."

"...What is it, Holiday?"

"Some antacid. It'll help with the heartburn from Bobo's cooking."

"I'm okay. I didn't eat much of that mess."

"I noticed, but believe me those mash potatoes will hit you in a few minutes if it hasn't already. I know about indigestible food."

"You didn't seem bothered by the food."

"Oh that. I have an iron clad stomach. I can eat practically anything. Call it conditioning."

"Really? Parents were bad cooks?"

"Perish the thought! My mom is an excellent cook. Dad could make a few dishes. Unfortunately, I haven't inherited any of that from either of them."

"It's hard to believe that you can't cook."

"Trust me, Six. I can do many things but for some reason cooking eludes me."

"Well, it has also eluded Bobo."

"It wasn't that bad... the meatloaf was just a little dense."

"No bricks are dense, these would make dark matter look like fluffy clouds."

"Wait, what do you know about dark matter?"

"I do read, doctor."

"Scientific journals?"

"I have to be aware about everything."

"So you can keep your enemies off kilter?"

"So I can keep everyone off kilter."

"Hmph, so you say, but I believe that I'm starting to see who you really are."

"I wasn't aware that I wasn't me."

"Haha very funny. I'm glad you let Rex decide to come back on his own. If you'd forced him to come back he'd be off somewhere again."

"I know."

"But I'm surprised you agreed to these Friday night dinners."

"It was the least objectionable thing that he had suggested. Although if I knew it would be Bobo cooking and then throwing a tantrum..."

"Oh come on, Six. It really wasn't that bad. It's like I keep telling you, Rex wants a family not a job. So even minor squabbling at the dinner table when we are together is comforting to him. And It's a great way for us to keep tabs on what's on his mind."

"He's always telling me what's on his mind. I don't need to know anymore."

"Ha, teens babble but it's at the dinner table where they start talking about things that matter."

"How does he needs a larger TV in his room matter?"

"Well okay, I didn't say everything that comes out of his mouth is important but you have to sort through it, like how he said it was great that we were together. He really is desperate for a family. Then again sometimes the most important thing is that they want to know you're listening to them."

"So I guess we have to do this every Friday."

"Oh, you bet your magna blades we are, mister."

"Fine, but Bobo can't cook anymore."

"You might want to reconsider that especially since that just leaves you or me and unless you want White to be requisitioning a new kitchen every Friday it is going to be you cooking."

"…I suppose I can get use to Bobo's food. I have survived worse."

"Here. Catch."

"What it is?"

"Chewable antacids. Keep it next your mints. You're going to need it."