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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"

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[Look at that face, Maya. That is the face of someone who is not happy this happened.

But also it's too late to REALLY do anything about.]

So. What do we send him.

[A rabid animal sounds good.]

...I'unno.

Old people things. Canned prunes.

[She huffs, shaking her head.]

I don't know what you do to deal with someone this bad.

Root beer.

[Kaneda, pretty sure that's a Japanese kid thing.]

...

[Sn-snrk.]

You're not the one we're pranking here, Kaneda.

It's still gross!

[Cue him sticking his tongue out and shuddering.]

Yeah, but so's he, he might think it's fine.

...Is that how it works?

Well, yeah, creeps like him are usually the kind that collect weird stuff in their basements. He's weird, he might like gross stuff.

[professional CSI analysis here.]

...

I've got it.

...You have an idea?

[He's snapping his fingers in thought, like he can't think of the English word for it.

But that hand extends.]

Can I borrow your comm?

[Now that he knows of The Google, this is a piece of cake.]

[ . . . ]

[not making the connection between the communicator and the lesson, she hands over her communicator, quiet and curious, without protest. She just wants to know what he's gonna do.]

[And with that, he takes it (why he didn't just use his own comm? who knows), sitting down on the bed next to her. With a quick change to Japanese, he types into the search bar, hitting 'images'....

scrolling down a bit until he finds what he's looking for...

And there. Two presses on the screen and he hands it back.

Revealing an image Maya may or may not find oddly fitting for someone such as Peter Pan.]

[Maya stares. And then she slaps her hand over her mouth, her shoulders shaking, until she can't hold the laughter back anymore and shoves the communicator away, snickering and wiping away tears.]

Ohhhh nooooo! That's perfect!

[It's her laughter that sparks his, falling back onto the bed with a soft thud as he looks at the picture again, relishing in his own genius.]

I know!

[But wait, that's not how one should react to giving a gift. With a soft 'ahem', he clears his throat, sticking his nose up in the air to try and give that air of professionalism.]

I mean... I think he'd really appreciate it, don't you?

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