This is a chapter that sprung up from nowhere. It was a small idea that just kept growing… Would you believe that I had chapters 5 and 6 done even before I had chapter 1 done? It was a single paragraph near the end of 5 that delayed the posting of these two. (It's so annoying to get stuck on something so small!)

Second, I would like to inform you that "Bob" is based off a real person. He was a young history teacher I had in high school (AP U.S.), and successfully completed every prank listed except the chair one. He never found a safe way to do that, but he was nonetheless a Most Awesome Dude.

Finally, I've come to a sad conclusion; if one wants reviews in the slowly dying EXE section, one writes Rock/Blues. But DANGIT people, I like me some cute normal (and CANON, might I add p) pairings. I warn you all, though: I have very little written past this point. If you want to encourage me to get it out in a timely fashion, you should tell me that you WANT to read more.

Capcom owns (and supports) these characters (and their various pairings).

Oh and, uh… I'm pretty sure I read a 'fic YEARS ago that had something similar to Dimensional Bubbles controlled by belts… but all I remember was everyone eating ice cream at the end. SO! If you recognize that terrible description and remember a title or author, please let me know?

"Can we at least get a hint?" whined Meiru, slumped against the passenger-seat window of the car.

"For the last time, no! Quit asking!" snapped Netto, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in irritation. "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you what it was, would it? We're like not even five minutes away from SciLabs, can't you wait?"

"No," said Meiru, Rockman, and Roll all in unison.

Netto groaned and thunked his forehead down on the rim of the steering wheel. It was supposed to be simple; get the three of them to SciLabs. But no, things were never simple. He had very nearly ruined a month of sneaking around in secret (which was no small feat around Rockman) by telling them "I have a surprise for Roll". It was only a matter of time before somebody put two and two together and ruined said surprise.

"Why can't we get a hint?"

"Not even a tiny one?"

"Plea— oh, the light's turned green."

"I refuse to listen to any comments from the peanut gallery!" Netto snapped.

The car behind them honked, and Netto jolted upright. Noticing the traffic light, he sheepishly corrected himself. "Except that last one."

Meiru plucked at the sticker on the front of her shirt. "He wasn't serious, was he?"

"No! Leave it on!" Netto laughed, swatting her hands away and smoothing the sticker back in place on the light blue blouse that covered his wife's barely showing 5-month pregnant stomach. "It's funny! Everyone will know it was Bob's idea."

And plus it distracts you from guessing why we're here…

"Bob", the elderly man who worked at the front security desk, had shocked Meiru by giving her two Visitor stickers: one with a picture of her smiling face and her name, and a second with a snapshot of her torso and "Hikari Offspring" written underneath. Before she could refuse, Netto had grabbed the sticker and put it on, then guided her away into the building with a wave of thanks to Bob.

"But it's… I can't seriously walk around like this, Netto!" Meiru hissed. "It's embarrassing!"

"Trust me, nobody's going to laugh at you," Netto said in what he hoped sounded like a sincere voice. He gave Meiru a pat on the hand to emphasize his point. "I'm telling you, everyone knows when Bob's behind something."

"Knows but can never prove it. He's a crafty old man," Rockman mumbled.

"He's in charge of the security cameras; he can hide whatever he wants," Netto sighed.

"Meiru, what's wrong with the sticker? I thought you wanted people to notice the baby!"

"I said I was tired of people looking at me like they can't decide if I'm pregnant or just fat, but that doesn't mean I want a giant sticker on my stomach that announces it to the entire world!" Meiru griped.

As husband and wife walked out into the spacey atrium filled with squat armchairs and potted tree sprouts, more than few looks were sent their way.

"See?" Meiru hissed. "They're staring! I don't want—"

"They just don't recognize you," Netto cut off. "You haven't been here since we were little."

Women were so strange. Netto had long since given up the hope of ever winning an argument with his wife; nowadays he was lucky to get a draw. Hoping she would settle for one now, he guided his wife towards the elevators.

A very tall, very tan man in a long white lab coat waiting to go up smiled at Netto as they drew near. When the doors to elevator number two opened, he held them open and waved Meiru through with a "Ladies first!"

"Good morning Moeddeyum-hakase!" Netto said with a polite nod.

"Hello Hikari-san."

Netto tried to think what Moeddeyum's research was, and drew up a blank. (Rockman would know, though; Rockman made it a point to remember the things he didn't.) Really, the only thing he knew about this man was that their offices were two doors apart.

Moeddeyum-hakase saved him the trouble of starting a conversation. "I take it this is your wife?" He turned and nodded a greeting to Meiru. "I am sorry about Bob. He likes his little jokes."

Meiru made a huff of annoyance.

Despite it being a potentially very dangerous thing to do, Netto chuckled, "See? I told you!"

"He is a good man at heart, though, and quite the chef! Did you try one of his oatmeal raisin cookies at the Wheelie Chair Race, Hikari-san?"

"Wheelie…?" asked Meiru, her eyes narrowing with shocked confusion.

"Haha, yeah! He collected chairs with wheels and sent out e-mails to everyone saying that there was going to be a race on the smooth linoleum floor of wing 2A… He even set up the chairs and had a refreshment table!" Netto explained excitedly. "I got second; would've gotten first if my chair hadn't tipped over right at the end." He scowled at that memory. "Papa won, but I'm pretty sure he sabotaged my chair because—"

"But," Rockman interrupted, frowning, "everything was sent anonymously. Nobody knows if it was Bob! He wasn't even at the race!"

"Oh it was him," Netto grinned as the elevator doors opened to the third floor. "It's always Bob. The chairs glued upside down on the ceiling in 3C… the bird bath in 2D's break room…"

"More like triple-tiered bird fountain," Rockman muttered darkly. In a barely audible whisper he added, "At least the birds are gone now."

This made Roll burst out in laughter. Meiru stumbled off the elevator shaking her head, and Netto bowed a small goodbye to Moeddeyum-hakase.

The hallway stretched left and right. Netto made a right, and Meiru followed.

A small voice drifted out from the blue PET on Netto's hip. "Um… Netto-san? I thought your lab was on the fourth floor…"

Rockman's voice chimed in, "It is."

Meiru frowned. "Where are we going, then?"

Oh crap…

"We… we're visiting a friend."

Netto saw Rockman's eyes narrow, but before he could make any guesses (or accusations) Meiru said, "So we're not here for Dimensional Bubbles?"

"Wait, what?"

"Well yeah," said Meiru, "I thought you wanted to let Roll try doing it."

"Oh," Netto blinked.

"That's… that's what I though too, Netto-san," Roll added timidly.

She didn't sound disappointed, but all the same…

"No… that's not why we're here," he admitted, "but that's an excellent idea! We should totall—"

"NETTO-SAAAAN!"

Netto nearly dropped his PET in shock. A short, stocky security-type looking Navi colored in various shades of violent pink had appeared in the PET out of the blue. "Na…" he stopped himself from saying her name; it would be a big hint to Rockman. "Wh-what's wrong?"

The pink Navi stood up as tall and straight as she could, and offered a very deep and very formal bow to Rockman and Roll. "Please pardon my intrusion," she said without any sort of inflection.

"Oh…" Rockman faltered, "no, it's okay."

"Hikari-san," she said, now bowing towards Netto, "I regret to inform you that we…" She glanced up, giving him a fearful look, "'Fraid we're runnin' a bit late. Can you…" She looked positively terrified now. "If you… could maybe…"

Knowing this Navi, this could go on forever. Netto did some rescheduling checks in his head. "That's absolutely fine. How about we stop by at 1 o'clock, after lunch?"

The Navi gave a curt nod. "Understood, Hikari-san. Thank you for your understanding." She bowed deeply once more, and burst into a cloud of pixels that disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"Netto-kun… who—no, what was that?" Rockman asked in disbelief.

Netto gave his Navi a roguish smile and a wink. "Can't tell ya yet. So! What say we go try and make some Bubbles?"

"Matrix three is showing a bad response."

Rockman heard one of the three sets of furious typing stop.

"Whaaat?" Netto said in disbelief. "No way, I re-wrote part of that just yesterday …" There was a squeak of wheels rolling on the floor, and it sounded as though Netto was propelling his chair across the room with his feet. "No waaay," he moaned when the chair stopped, "I just fixed this."

A deeper voiced chimed in with his analysis. "It looks like Generator II is having trouble getting past the activation barrier."

"Rockmaaan, this is the same exact runtime error we've dealt with all week."

Rockman sighed and turned to Roll. "I'm sorry, could you wait here a second?"

Roll nodded her assent. "Take your time."

"Thanks." He reached out with a small signal and, feeling a connection to the main computer, transported himself in a small beam of light. He had a sneaking suspicion what the problem was, and by linking into the main computer now, he would save himself the trouble of doing it a second later.

Orienting himself in the new server, Rockman was on the verge of opening a command window when Netto made a noise of disbelief. "Oh… hey…"

"Let me guess," Rockman sighed, "you forgot to upload the new file once you changed it."

George and Robert, Netto's two main co-workers on this project and best work friends, groaned in unison.

"Again?"

"Please tell me you remember where you saved it."

"Yeah… yeah I think so…" Netto laughed sheepishly. "I remembered what I named it, anyway."

George ran a hand through his hair with another groan. "You are aware how many terabytes our department folder takes up? Tera, Hikari. T-E-R-A."

"I'll go recruit some Mr. Progs to help us search," Robert sighed in resignation.

"Not to worry, folks!" Rockman reassured, holding up a placating hand. "I filed this one away, so I know exactly…" he opened a display window, swiftly navigated through the department drive, and pointed to a small text file, "…where it is!"

George and Robert applauded him.

"You're a lifesaver!" Netto grinned.

"Among other things," Rockman said. He copied the text file over to Netto, who in turn uploaded it to the correct server. A second later, the error message disappeared.

"Generator II is showing a normal output… and should hold steady," said George, typing on a terminal across the room.

"All systems are green. We ready to go?" Robert asked.

Netto got out of his chair. He stood up tall and formally, and held his hands clasped behind his back. "Alright men! Prepare for launch!"

"Aye aye, Captain!" his partners in crime cheered.

Rockman shook his head. "Well wait for me to get back in the generator…" Getting back into a Bubble Generator was much more difficult than exiting one. Despite the fact that it could only be activated externally, it was still protected by several passwords and firewalls to prevent just anyone from getting in. It took Rockman a full thirty seconds to get past everything, even with his months of practice.

"Welcome back."

Roll's greeting made him pause. He had been expecting a "How was your day?". With another shake of his head, he reminded himself that he was at SciLabs, not at home.

It was different, having Roll at work; different, but nice.

Roll looked puzzled at his silence. "If you can't get a second Bubble working, I don't need to go with you…" she said shyly.

"Oh no, no," he reassured, "everything is working now. Are you ready?"

"Yes!" she smiled confidently. "How will this work?"

"Oh!" Maybe Netto wasn't the only forgetful one. "That's important, isn't it?" Ignoring Roll's small giggle, he explained the basics. "We'll start out with a big round Bubble around the two of us, and once we've got the Generators attached to us I'll shrink it down to be more form-fitting."

Truth be told, he had never tried to create a Bubble for two people. He'd come into the real world with a variety of virtual objects, but all of them had been small and rather geometric. Roll was just as big and complicated of a structure as he was. He looked her up and down, evaluating her in terms of surface area.

She's very… curvy. This might be diffi—

Roll suddenly put one arm behind her back, grabbing her other arm at the elbow. "What?"

"Huh?" Rockman glanced up, and noticed Roll was biting her lip and blushing. "O-oh!" He felt his own face go about three shades darker than hers. "I'm not… it's just, the amount of Bubble I need to create depends on surface area, and I was trying to estimate how much energy this is going to use…"

"Oh!" Roll's hand fell back down. "So we should make ourselves as compact as possible?"

"Well... I guess so. We haven't completely automated the Generators yet; to maintain a uniform Dimensional Field and keep the Bubble up, I have to constantly monitor the Field's energy output and fine tune adjust it as necessary."

"And that's easier when there are not as many small complicated surfaces to cover, right?"

"Right." It was fairly straightforward physics; nonetheless, he was pleased Roll had caught on so quickly.

Roll screwed her face up in thought. She stood up tall, put her legs together, and balled her fists at her side. "And maybe," she mumbled, looking up. Her antenna straightened out and fell down to lie flat against her helmet. "I don't think I can do anything about my hair," she apologized.

Rockman bit back a laugh; it was cute to see her trying this hard. "I didn't mean it that literally. Here," he held out a hand, "come closer. We have to be touching to share the same bubble."

Roll closed the gap between them in two steps, and threw him completely off-guard by throwing her arms around his middle. She leaned over to make sure her legs were together and close to his, then laid her head down on his shoulder. She snuggled a little to get her helmet comfortably in the crook of his neck.

Rockman blushed darker than he could ever remember blushing in his life. "W-what…?"

Roll twisted her head slightly to look up at him. "You said make less surface area. Doesn't this help?" Noticing the shade of his face, she became very self-conscious. "Oh. I didn't— I mean—" She pulled away, her own face staining red.

"No that would—"

"No, it's alright, I—"

"Stop!" Rockman wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her roughly back into a hug. "That's good. F-for surface area, I mean!"

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. It would be much easier this way." Well... maybe a little, anyway, but he didn't want to tell Roll that.

Reluctantly, Roll moved back into her previous position, this time with Rockman holding on to her as well.

Rockman was very glad that he had only opened a sound channel; with the complexity of logging into a Bubble Generator, it wasn't really worth the effort to get both a video window and a sound channel to link to the main computer. And, with no video, it meant Netto had seen none of this awkward moment.

Unfortunately, he could still hear them. "What are you two doing in there?" he said, laughter evident in his voice.

Rockman chose not to dignify his question with a comeback. Getting down to business, he sighed, "We're ready when you are, Captain."

"Alright then. Power… on!"

"Generator I is starting up," said George. "Signal is rising."

"Generator II is up also," Robert added, "and both Generators are in sync."

"Good," said Netto, sounding pleased. "Ready to go?"

Rockman tightened his grip around Roll. "Yeah, I can feel the connection… can you, Roll-chan?"

"Yes," she answered, "a link opened."

"And we're going to take it. On the count of three, let's transfer together, okay? I'll explain more when we get there."

"Okay," she mumbled into his neck.

All went well, and three seconds later the two of them were standing in the Test Room. It was a small, rectangular room with thick, non-conductive walls and contained only a table, window, and door. The widow was a double plate of bullet-proof glass, and looked into the Control Room where Netto and his two cronies controlled everything from a safe distance.

Just as Rockman had expected, the three boys in the control room made noises about him and Roll. Ignoring their childish behavior (and somewhat perplexed at Meiru's scandalized expression), he let go of Roll and leaned down to pick the two Bubble Generators off of the floor. He slung one on his wrist like a very loose bracelet, and undid the latch on the second, quickly looping it around Roll's waist.

"See how tight you can make this," he told her, letting her take it, "it needs to be pretty snug." When she was done, he made sure the latch was on tight, and then put on his own.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rockman saw George lean towards the microphone sticking up from the main computer in the Control Room. "Try and hurry," his voice said from a speaker in the ceiling, "your Bubble is starting to fluctuate."

He pulled Roll towards him, and she quickly got into their previous position. "Shoot. Is something wrong?"

"No," George called, typing slowly, "just a few strange blips."

"Regardless, that's something we don't want to see," Netto muttered.

"I'm ready, please transfer control to Generator I," Rockman said.

"Mmkay," Netto replied.

As soon as he was in control, Rockman could feel what George was talking about. The bubble, which was just big enough to fit both him and Roll with a little distance to step apart, was having trouble maintaining it's rotund shape. "I'm going to shrink our bubble now, Roll-chan. You'll feel it come in, it will be like…" he paused, trying to think of a good analogy, "a very faint pressure all around you. You need to kind of push back at it; if it gets too small, your bubble will collapse."

"Is that bad?"

"Not really. You'd automatically log-out, so it wouldn't hurt. It's just a waste of start-up energy, mostly," he shrugged. "And don't push back too hard, either. The bigger a bubble gets, the thinner it gets. It's a lot like a real bubble; when it gets too thin it's easier to pop. If you get a hole and don't close it really quick, you'll log out and the bubble will disintegrate."

"So… In short, I control the energy output of my Dimensional Area to try and maintain a uniform thickness, right?" Roll asked as he conformed the bubble to fit around her.

"Yes, but it's a very small output. The trick is like you said; keep it uniform. I'm almost done, can you feel it?"

"Yes," she said. "It's… strange."

"Try sticking out an arm and feel how the bubble adjusts. It takes a little getting used—"

He felt Roll move her right arm away from his back, and at the same time felt the fabric of the bubble shift and thin to cover the new protrusion.

"Woo," she mumbled, "it does change. Neat."

"What are you doing?" Their bubble was making a lot of tiny fluctuations, something they could both feel.

"Wiggling my fingers. This isn't so hard!" Without warning, Roll took a step away. She kept her hands on his chest to keep their bubble together, but it made an odd kind of squelch feeling as it quickly filmed over their new exposed fronts.

"Careful!" Rockman gasped. "Don't go so quick; you've never done this before!"

"I'm fine," she said nonchalantly. "Can I let go?"

"I-I guess so… but go slow! When you let go you'll be in complete control, and I won't be able to help you stabilize—"

"Phooey, you'll just reconnect our bubbles if I screw up, right?" Not waiting for an answer, she whipped her hands away.

There was a startled gasp from the speakers. "Generato—!" It was Robert, and he paused. "Generator II is showing a normal output… Good job, Roll!"

Rockman let out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. "Why are you being so reckless?" Impressed or not, she was being downright dangerous.

Roll tried (and failed) to look apologetic. "When you told me what I would have to do, I knew I would be good at it!" She waved energetically to Meiru through the window. "It's like how I heal."

"You heal by stealing energy from an enemy; how is that like this?" Rockman asked, giving her a blank stare.

Meiru spoke up for the first time in quite a while. "How do you think she heals you when there are no enemies around?"

"She can do that?" asked Netto, looking shocked. "I've never seen her do it any other way."

"Yeah, she can," Rockman said slowly, thinking of once such instance that had happened only two weeks ago. "But… you never did it when we— well, when Netto-kun and Meiru-chan were little."

"I learned how to do it on my own; it's not something I was programmed for." Roll laughed and pranced a few steps further away. "I use my own energy!"

"What?" Rockman gasped. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"Oh, no," she smiled. "With my antenna, I'm good at scanning, right? So I just constantly monitor my energy output and keep it to a minimum. That way, I keep quite a bit of excess in the battery of my PET. I used to save it for emergencies, but I've gotten so efficient at storing it over the years that I can save enough for more than once use."

Roll laughed at his awestruck face. She twisted her torso and then swung her arms quickly in the opposite direction, which gave her the momentum to spin gracefully around in a circle balanced on one foot. "So this is easy! I've had years of practice."

Netto made an impressed "Ooh!" and clapped alongside his co-workers. "We should've gotten you to join this project, Roll!"

Roll was staring shyly at Rockman; was she was waiting for a response? She was probably in one of her "anything-you-can-do-I-can-too" moods, but he decided to humor her and give his honest opinion. "That's amazing, Roll-chan! I didn't know you could do that. It's very resourceful!"

She made a soft pleased noise, and quickly turned her gaze away. "I suppose so…" Looking to the right, she noticed the table in the room for the first time. "Oh!"

It was a small wooden end table, nothing very spectacular. It was mostly used to practice picking things up and putting them down, and because of this it was battered, chipped, and even burnt in a few spots. Currently, the only things on it were a paperback book and a glass vase with a single, wilting rose in it.

"A flower!" Roll said, lightly skipping over to the table. "How pretty!" She reached down to grab the vase.

"Ah, wait!"

It was too late. As Roll's fingertips brushed the glass, her bubble fizzled and let off a spark and a loud pop. "Oh!"

"Roll-chan!" Rockman barreled across the room and collided with her, throwing his arms around her tightly. "Calm down and try—! "

He stopped mid-sentence. Now that their bubbles were (rather forcefully) joined, all he could feel was a uniform, perfect bubble.

"You startled me!" Roll scolded, swatting at the arms around her middle. "I'm in control, don't worry."

"Well… alright," he conceded. Still nervous, he added, "Try again, but slower this time! Thin or not, Dimensional Areas don't like to interact with normal matter."

Roll reached forward. Slowly, she let her fingers wrap around the glass. After a pause to make sure nothing would explode, she lifted the glass up and off the table. "There! I got it," she exclaimed quietly. With her other hand, she used one finger to brush along the top of the rose's petals; it quivered under her delicate touch, and a single petal fell, fluttering to the table. "How sad… it's wilting."

Rockman was really impressed with her now; there was no way to could do something that precise without a few fizzles from his bubble. Living things were harder to interact with, for some strange reason. On the verge of telling her this, he was interrupted by a laugh.

"Oooh, smooth move there Casanova. Very nice save… but how long are you going to help Roll with her bubble?"

With an embarrassed peep, he realized he was still holding Roll around her waist. He turned and, despite what must've been an obvious blush, gave Netto his best defiant scowl. "Until she doesn't need my help."

"Mmn," said Netto, not sounding convinced. "Well you've got the flowers, but I think you could use some music to help set the mood." He pressed something, and the speakers began to play a song Rockman had never heard before.

"Oh!" Roll's face lit up, and she turned to the observation window. "We haven't watched this movie in years."

"I know!" Meiru agreed. She gave her husband a confused smile. "This is Casablanca, not Casanova."

"Yes; it was supposed to be a pun of sorts."

"Have you ever even seen Casablanca?"

"Well… no, but…"

Roll more than recognized this song; she knew the words, and happily sang along.

"...And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you."
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by..."

She wasn't half-bad at singing, a new fact which surprised Rockman. She was really getting into it; she was swaying to the music now. Figuring Netto couldn't tease him much for it, he swayed with her. It was a nice song.

Unfortunately, Roll took that as an invitation to go further. She twisted around in his arms, still singing, and grabbed his right hand with her left. She brought it up to shoulder height and, resting her other hand over the arm still around her waist, began a slow waltz. Flushing red at the laughter from the other room, Rockman clumsily attempted to follow her steps.

"...Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny..."

"Come on, Rockman," Meiru called out, "you're the man, you're supposed to lead."

"I-I guess… I'm not really into waltzes." Truth be told, he couldn't remember the last time he had seen someone waltzing.

"Me neither," said Netto. He shut off the song abruptly, which earned him a "hey!" from the two women. "Let's pick a new one."

"Oh… Netto-kun, I don't really…" Rockman began.

"Aha!" Netto shouted. "I know," and here he paused to chuckle darkly, "you know this one, Rockman."

Oh no…

It was a pop song, and was the end theme to an anime that Netto used to watch a few years ago. In it, all the characters from the show lined up and did a funny little dance to the beat while the credits scrolled by. Rockman just so happened to remember most of it, and… Netto had sort of caught him trying to do it once, but… well, there was no way he was going to wiggle in front of all these people.

Roll felt quite the opposite, and happily detached herself from him to start the dance. She held her arms out to the side and waited for the lyrics. "Do you know this one?"

"Er…"

"Come on!" She gave him a smirk. "I bet you can't do it all and keep your bubble up."

"Ooh! Are you going to take that from her?"

"I bet you ten zenny that he can't do it."

"I'll bet you twenty he can!"

Rockman glared at everyone behind the window. "Don't make bets!" Worse yet, Netto was betting against him. "I'm not—"

"Please, Rockman?" Roll switched tactics and gave him a bashful pleading stare.

Whoever invented that look and then decided to teach it to women…

"Mmn… if you insist." Netto and his friends were already laughing; he was doomed no matter what he chose… it was a Catch-22. And maybe, he reasoned, it was good practice for complex movements in a bubble and quickly joining and disconnecting bubbles… right? Deciding to go with that second bit of logic, Rockman stood next to Roll and spread his arms right as the singing began.

Step to the right… then left… arms up, and windmill… fingers apart… now clasp to my chest… shake my…erm, spin…

Spinning, he caught a flash of Roll. She was laughing hysterically, and seemed to be having a good time despite the fact she wasn't getting each step quite right. Everyone in the Control Room was cracking up as well; the feeling was becoming infectious. Unable to hold back a smile, Rockman put a little more effort into his movements.

Forward… around… one, two, three, hop!

Roll stepped behind him for the next bit, and pushed on the small of his back to guide him around conga-style. When they turned to switch directions, she tripped on his foot and fell forward. He clumsily snagged her under the arms and hauled her back up to her feet, now laughing just as hard as she was. Sure they looked like idiots, but this was actually kind of fun! He was glad he'd gotten dragged into it.

It was different, having Roll at work; different, but nice.

…hm.

We should do this more often.