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_{[It's a little before sun-up-- that weird hour of the morning where the sky is still dark but just starting to brighten in a thin, pale line at the horizon. Of course, where Heather was, that horizon was hidden by the trees, so it's... still mostly dark.]

[She's sitting up in her sleeping bag with a couple of blankets around her shoulders, next to the camp's fire, which had mostly burnt down to ash speckled with a few tiny, stubborn embers. They stood out against the general grayness of the clearing 'Camp Otacon' resided in. Said grayness was only emphasized by the layers of frost coating the earth and grass. It was well into October now, so... unsurprisingly, the weather had been getting colder.]

[Heather was not sure she liked this, though thankfully she's in possession of a living heater in the form of a now-distinctly-potbellied dog (Camp Otacon had been treating him well. Especially because though she'd never admit to being such a softie, she'd been giving him more treats than normal out of pure guilt over the whole 'I thought you were a double-head and also I was kind of a jerk to you in general anyway' thing), who was curled behind her and serving as a backrest.]}

So hey, guys. I have a question.

_{[Her words were accompanied by puffs of steam from her breath. It's c-c-cold this morning without the sunlight.]}

What happens when our warrants expire?

_{[A couple of people had asked her this before, but she'd never had too specific an answer to give them.]}

I heard we're like... basically off with a smack on the wrist and not much else, but... _{[She pauses, sucking her lips inward a little and fiddling with that stubborn eye-bandage. She's gotta be able to get rid of that thing soon, right?]} ... That seems pretty lenient for a bunch of "dangerous fugitives". _{[She's quoting Officer Jenny directly from that announcement, and there's suspicion in her tone. SCREW THE COPS, THEY'RE NEVER HONEST, RIGHT? THIS HAS TO BE A TRICK.]}

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["BADASS"? "FUCKING WITH ME"? GOOD LORD, WHY IS SLANG IN THE FUTURE SO VULGAR? And this would be the part where Layton will fiddle with his top hat's brim, overjoyed to hear some compliments as to being a father. Shucks, you're going to make him blush soon.]

Thank you once again for the very kind words, Miss Mason. I always did worry if I was not doing enough, so it is quite reassuring to hear this.

Haha, now it seems like I now must treat you to that dinner as a thank you. You have brightened my day quite a lot, Miss Mason.

[Seriously, that just really made him happy. Like, leaping for joy. As one who always wanted to be a father, this is probably the best kind of compliment he can get at the moment.]

_{[BECAUSE THE FUTURE ITSELF IS VULGAR.]

[And HAHA, the tables have turned!]}

Nah, man, if you do it at all, I'd say that's 'enough'. _{[Nobody was perfect. Harry hadn't been perfect-- he'd struggled, he'd made a few poor choices here and there, and for awhile he'd been in over his head trying to deal with Heather as a teenager. He'd doubted himself and he'd even come close to snapping for real back before he knew for sure that Heather was a real little girl, and not some sick changeling replacement that the town had planted in his nest like some kind of fucked-up cuckoo.]

[But he'd still been the best father Heather could have ever hoped to have.]}

Well get yourself to Goldenrod where I'm going and then we can see about it!

[OH SHI-- wait...that probably means Heather herself is quite vulgar...ewwwwwww don't tell me any vulgar jokes please.]

I will keep that in mind, Miss Mason. That will motivate me as much as possible.

Haha, and then I will try to get to Goldenrod as soon as I can. Hopefully they will have a few fine restaurants for you.

_{[Well, she IS a modern teenager. They're ALL pervs.]}

I sure hope they will.

I'm getting sick of leftovers!

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