Room 317, Saturday Evening

[multiplez]

The door to 317 stood open. Inside, its lone occupant was flipping through magazines and trying, as per usual these days, to ignore the empty side of the room.

It was lonely without Luke and Artoo. Z would be glad to be distracted.

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[multiplez]

"If you say so," Z said, leaning over to pat Bridge's arm. "Do it over the phone. She can't stab anyone over the phone." Z's lack of experience with parents might be showing.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well I'm pretty sure she wouldn't on *purpose*," Bridge says, frowning.

[multiplez]

"There you go, then," Z said cheerily. Yeah, really, no experience with parents.