Voicemail

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Hey, y'all. This is Hardison, I'm not here right now, you know what to do. And man, Eliot, read your damn email. That answers whatever questions you're calling me with right now. If it's you, Nana, sorry for cussing."

Beep

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Comments

[geniuswithasmartphone]

I was busy here!

With things! And stuff! Very important things and stuff!

[vdistinctive]

too bad more laser sword for me

Kanan had long since taken the saber away again, but that didn't stop Eliot being smug.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Rude, Hardison declared, both via text and out loud. I wouldn't do you dirty like this in a Williams-Sonoma.

Burn.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot rolled his eyes. would 2

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hurtful.

And accurate.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot just sent back one more picture of him with the lightsaber.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Keep it up and the blender gets it, Hardison threatened.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot was going to deny that Hardison would do it, but. . . .

which 1?

[geniuswithasmartphone]

The one I ain't allowed to 'tinker with', Hardison answered. As Eliot had probably been expecting. Even though it's got almost as many buttons as my keyboard.

[vdistinctive]

u wouldnt

Eliot loved that blender.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Mmmhmm. Show me another picture of you playing with a laser sword w/out me.

[vdistinctive]

Nope, Eliot only gambled when he was reasonably certain he'd win.

ran out. kanan took it back

Because Eliot burned his leg with it. Ooops.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Why does kanan got one?

Or, more specifically, why didn't Hardison?!

Hopefully Eliot was prepared to find Hardison attempting to build a laser-sword in his house when he returned home from his walk.

[vdistinctive]

Well sure, but Eliot was also pretty sure the process involved a little too much space magic for Hardison to do more than frustrate himself.

cuz he's from space

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Was not going to stop Hardison trying. Not at all.

i wanna be from space.

Hardison was sulking.

[vdistinctive]

do not. space is terrible

other than the laser swords

He had to admit, those things were really cool. Eliot was maybe going to be resisting the urge to make little buzzing wooshy noises next time he worked with his sword.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

u only say that cause every time we went there it was. But space is big!

Plenty of room for it to be not-terrible?

[vdistinctive]

guess that restaurant wasn't bad

You know, the one where he'd had a long conversation with the special of the day.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

That had been very weird.

see? And the part with laser-swords might be cool too!

Except that any place that had needed to invent laser-swords probably had need of them.

[vdistinctive]

not per knan. he says laser sword folks were hunted down

[geniuswithasmartphone]

omg is he a warrior-monk with magic powers?!?

[vdistinctive]

hes a whiny cargo pilot in over his head

With magic powers

[geniuswithasmartphone]

so a warrior-monk from the first movie then.

[vdistinctive]

how the hell should I know

Never mind that Eliot had just been thinking he should actually watch some of Hardison's space movies. If they had laser swords in them, anyway.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

movie date

Clearly the only acceptable answer.

no getting out of this one. You know drake's equation,
you can sit yo ass thru Space Battles