Tales of The Legendary: Snippets of The Legendary

[Sofaspud]

Nene was in her computer room, engaging in a little harmless Crey-baiting on the internet, when a timid knock sounded on her door. She glanced at it,
shrugged, and called out, "It's open!"

For a long moment there was silence. Then the handle turned and the door opened a crack.

"Aunt Nene? Are you, um, busy?" Sammy peeked through hesitantly.

"Nope. C'mon in!" As she spoke Nene reached out and relocated her drink from next to her keyboard to a small rolling cabinet which she then
moved a couple feet away from the electronics. Sammy was better about things these days, but it never hurt to be careful after all...

Sammy entered, shutting the door behind her. She approached and sat on the floor next to Nene's chair, drawing her knees up to her chest and hugging them.
Her shoulder leaned against Nene's leg, and she seemed content with that for now. Nene's fingers flickered across the keyboard, putting her playtime
on hold; something told her that whatever Sammy wanted, she needed to pay it her full attention. She let one hand rest on the catgirl's shoulder.

"What's the matter, Sammy?"

Sammy tucked her chin further into her knees. From what Nene could see, her eyes were either closed or focused on the space under Nene's desk, she
wasn't sure. "Nothin's the matter, really." Sammy shrugged. She turned her head to look up at Nene, frowned, and asked, "Aunt Nene?
When did you know you liked Aunt Ifrit?"

Oh boy, Nene thought, it's THAT sort of talk. Aloud, she let out a little laugh. "It was a while ago. One day I just realized that she'd gone
from 'best friend' to 'romantic interest', and wondered when the hell THAT had happened."

Sammy nodded. "Yeah... that makes sense." She returned her head to her knees, but not before Nene caught a puzzled frown on her lightly-furred
face. Nene nudged her gently.

"Hey, c'mon, can't hold out on your Aunt Nene..."

Sammy rocked a little. "Well... I... I think I like someone. I mean, you know... LIKE someone."

Nene waited. Sammy looked at her and finally giggled, softly. "Ar-- I mean, this person's really cute, and strong, and is really good with the bow,
it was AMAZING, and I didn't realize at first and then I DID and then I didn't know what to SAY, and then they left and Aunt Nene I don't know what
to do!"

Nene blinked. "They?" she prompted. A nagging suspicion was starting to form.

Sammy nodded miserably. "Yeah, I think Ar-- I mean, I think this person already has a girlfriend. What do I do, Aunt Nene?"

The bow. A girlfriend. Nene schooled her features as best she could and made a show of pondering the problem. "Well..." she said finally, and
cleared her throat. "Well, if you're sure you like... this person, you need to be honest with them about it. Talk to them. Take it easy at first.
See how they feel about you, you know?" Nene shrugged amusedly. "Who knows, maybe their girlfriend will like you too."

"AUNT NENE!" Sammy looked scandalized.

"What? Something wrong with liking girls?" Nene mock-glared at Sammy, who giggled.

"No, nothing at all!" Sammy calmed down a bit. "Thanks, Aunt Nene." She stood and brushed off her customary miniskirt and leggings.
"I'm... I'm going to go look for, um, I'm going to go look right now!"

"Good hunting!" Nene called out as Sammy whirled out the door. After she heard the outer door open and close again, she sighed and leaned back,
closing her eyes. After a few moments they opened again and she picked up her cell phone, dialing a number with practiced speed.

"Ifrit, hon? Have you had the talk with Sammy yet? Yes, THAT talk. Uh huh. Well, we may want to do something about that..."

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs