Outside Oklahoma City, Wednesday evening

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Trudy had said Eliot and his family were going to be her guests, so he wasn't allowed to cook dinner. He'd said she shouldn't have to cook it either, and they'd both refused to make everyone eat leftover funeral casserole.

So Eliot pulled the rental car — rental van, because four adults was a lot to fit into a sedan and renting a van was almost tradition — into the lot of a little mom&pop Italian restaurant.

"There's Tru's car," he said as he set the parking break and turned the car off. He looked back towards Kathy and Parker. "Y'all ready for this?"

[ooc: FAMILY DINNER TIME! For those who know, and epic slow play.]

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"Really." Cassie leaned forward. "Which wars were Uncle Eliot's fault?"

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"Errr...." Parker wondered how she'd got to talking like this, and decided it was probably some Spencer thing where they kept asking questions and she kept expecting them to quit asking at some point, like other 'normal' people. And then they didn't. "I dunno, maybe the fatwa? But mostly I'm pretty sure they all got started without him, he just ended them, okay, what's for dinner?"

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"A fatwa isn't a war," Cassie said. "It's a ruling about Islamic law. Though most of the time in the west they use it to refer to extremists declaring a death sentence on someone."

Trudy looked up from across the table and frowned. "Cassie, are you lecturing people about war again?"

"It's not my fault that human conflict is fascinating."

"She couldn't be fascinated by diplomacy or arbitration, could she," Trudy said. "Oh no, it has to be war."

"And swords," Cassie said, and grinned at Parker. "I like swords a lot."

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"That, yeah," Parker agreed. "In Myamar. I think." She beamed at Cassie as she talked to her mom. "Has Eliot shown you the Hanzō sword yet? Nate got it for him for Christmas a while ago. We got him a washizaki last Christmas to go with it." She tilted her head. "You should ask him for martial arts training if you're going to keep punching people. So you don't break something."

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"Wait, like — Hanzō style, or actually by Hanzō?" She looked over at Eliot. "You cannot have a four hundred year old sword." Eliot smirked. "And you didn't tell me?!" She looked back at Parker. "He didn't tell me! I mean — yes, my focus is more on Europe, but four hundred year old sword!"

Johnny let out a long suffering sigh from across the table and slouched lower in his seat. Apparently sword rants were a thing that happened fairly regularly when Cassie was around.

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"Really good four-hundred-year-old sword," Parker agreed. "Some stuff from the 17th century is crap, but not that." She looked over at Johnny, and smirked. "Sorry. Weapons aren't your thing, hunh?"

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"Nope," Johnny said without looking up from his phone.

"Johnny's not into the past," Cassie said. "He's only interested in the future." Johnny jerked a little as she kicked him under the table. "How's the neural network going, nerd?"

"You play Dungeons and Dragons," Johnny said, still not looking up. "We're both nerds."

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"Oh, that's Hardison's expertise. He's not allowed to build Skynet. We agreed." To Cassie she added, "And he's really into World of Warcraft. He made an elven warrior for Eliot and everything."

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"Does he LARP?" Cassie asked. "Because I've got some killer ideas for boffers!"