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[Even though the security of the consoles still couldn't be guaranteed...today, Midii wasn't all that concerned.  She had no confidential information to share.  Nothing that could be used against her...again...if only because he wasn't on the Turtle.]

I was in the market, and I...um...overhead some of the kedan talking.  [She may or may not have been playing detective again shh.]  They said today was a holiday called Father's Day.  It sounded nice.

I never had a chance to celebrate anything like that back home.  I haven't even seen Papa in years.  I...could I even still celebrate?  And how?

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[video] I GUESS I'LL JUST TAG NOW SINCE I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING GEEZ

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Father's Day? Already? You're kidding. [Stupid timelines, geez.]

[Ah, but wait. This is a girl talking. A little girl. He feels a little guilty now, for sounding a little insensitive. Yeah.]

Uh. Of course, you can celebrate, who's gonna stop you? [...] Oh, and you're supposed to make a card. Or buy it, but that's impersonal...

[video] I GUESS I'LL JUST REPLY NOW SINCE I'M HOME FROM WORK GEEZ

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[She didn't so much as bat an eyelash at the tone. Midii had heard far worse, even long before she came to Keelai.]

A card?

What kind of card?

[video] g e e z

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[He presses his hands together and opens and closes them like a book.]

Mushy Hallmark kind of stuff. Just, y'know, fold a piece of paper and write inside of it. Or you can draw something. Or both. In my experience, both usually gets you bonus points.

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I...don't know what Hallmark is.

[The company may or may not even exist by her time.]

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Oh. My bad. Kinda forgot about the different worlds thing, for a second.

Hallmark makes greeting cards. Stuff like "I like you beary much." Then, boom, there's a picture of a bear looking at you.

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[There was a momentary pause on her end as she echoed the statement, confused. Mostly because of the Language barrier.]

Is that a joke in your native tongue?

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That... depends on your definition of joke. I'm sure old grandmothers all find it hilarious.

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What language are you speaking right now?

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English. Last I checked, anyway.

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[That would explain it; the French words for "very" (tres) and "bear" (porter) sounded nothing alike. And her console was still defaulting most conversations to her native tongue, save for the occasional Japanese.]

My English still isn't that great, I suppose.

A boy I knew...a friend [It took Damian leaving for her to be able to vocalize that much publicly.]...he was teaching me.

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[Oh.]

Don't worry about it. [He offers her a smile, for what it's worth.]

So, you haven't gotten to the section on puns yet, I guess?

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No. We never did.

[Nor would they. Even before he'd left. Because...it was Damian. And Midii. And a desire to devote time to puns would have implied an interest on either of their parts.]

So is that what Hallmark is? Puns and jokes?

[Because, if so, she might need a little help with this card of hers.]

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No, they have other sentimental stuff. There's a card for pretty much anything you can think of, actually.

[But who wants sentimental, stuff? Blegh.]

[akito]

You could write him a letter, telling him the things you want to tell him most.

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How would I get it to him?

He's not here.

[akito]

It's the thought that counts, you know?

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I've never really understood that saying.

Sometimes, maybe. If the person can see you trying or thinking about them. But how is that supposed to help when Papa's all the way back home? He doesn't even know I'm still alive.

[akito]

What do you think you should do then?

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I don't know.

If I had some idea, I wouldn't be asking for suggestions.

[akito]

Then, ah... I think you could do anything you wanted to for Father's Day, and dedicate it to your father. Something to honour the memory you have of him.

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That still doesn't really tell me much.

...but I like the idea of being able to honor him. In some way.

[akito]

Everybody's father is different, so there's only so much advice that someone can give, I think.

Maybe you can do something you both enjoyed, and dedicate it to his memory?

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[She thought back. There were relatively few activities they were able to share together as father and daughter before he fell too ill to leave his bed.]

We used to read together. And play chess.

sorry i've been so slow! my school has no wifi x_o

[akito]

Those are a good start! You could try to find a book that your father would like and read that! Something that will make you think of him. And then maybe someday you might meet him again and be able to tell him about the book you read, ne?

For chess.. I'm sure there are lots of people here who would like to have a match with you!

s'all good~

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There were.

I knew a few people who I was able to play chess with before they...left.