“You’re doing what?!” Beth asked. Her expression was comic, mouth hanging open and nose crinkled. She saved her coffee mug from spilling onto the living room rug and shook her head, braids rattling.
“Yeah, I know. I need help. This assignment is whacked.” Blade poked at his keyboard in frustration. “‘Design an intuitive navigation system for cats. Dude, I don’t even like cats.”
“What’d Fritz ever do to you? He’s just curled up in a ball over there.” She pointed to the corner where a fluffy ear was barely visible over a squashed pillow. Both ear and pillow looked raggedly well-battered.
He held up a hand. “I’m not going there, but I was trying to avoid allergy meds and you knew it.”
“Lucky the rent is so cheap and you have a fantastic roommate.” She batted her eyes at him. “Seriously, is this a joke? Fritz is about a hundred years old. He sleeps all day, then maybe jumps straight up, does a backflip to his food bowl, and takes another nap.”
“Huh.” Blade rubbed a hand over the itchy scruff on his chin, feeling his brain start to function again.
“Then it’s actually appropriate for a week two exercise in whatever-funky-name they-have-for-this-particular-coding-language 101.”
“So if I treat this as an exercise in practicality…” His voice trailed off as he began to type.
Beth rolled her eyes, knowing he wouldn’t hear her anyway. “Good boy, Fritzy.”
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