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"I know that face, that's a pondering face!" Anemone accused gleefully. "You're trying to be all sneaky! 'Oh, it's no good, Anemone'...whatever. Fibber." She poked at him and laughed. "I know I'm not the sharpest crayon in the box, but you don't have to try and spare my feelings. If you think I'm not going to understand how it works, just say so."

A.J.'s jaw dropped. "That's not it at all, Anemone!" he argued defensively. "Really! I don't think I'm going to understand it, here, not you. You'd have a better chance of making it work than I would, I'd bet."

She blinked, confusion written across her face at the outburst. "Huh? A.J., it took me almost two weeks to figure out how to use a telephone. I still don't get how a computer works. Why would I know anything about something like that? You're way smarter than me with making-things."

"Some things," A.J. amended, and then blinked. "It really took you almost two weeks to figure out a phone?"

Although A.J. had to admit that he still didn't know all the functions on his own brand new, modern shiny twenty-first century cell...but he did know how to use it.

"How was I supposed to know that there's such a thing as voicemail?" she complained. "I grew up with radio. You click the button and you talk. No dialing a number, no voicemail. Texting? I still don't get texting. There's supposedly games on my phone somewhere, John said so when he bought it for me, but I don't understand where they are. How can you fit a board game in a phone? It's too tiny!"

A.J. looked at Anemone for a moment, and then grinned. "I gotta show you my GameBoy one of these days," he decided.

"Is that like Bart's game-box thing? The one that hooks up to the television and we play the games on? I liked playing those games." Anemone reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone (http://www.dreamkitty.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000002/K-EM571701_l.jpg). "How would I hook this up to the television? There's no plug small enough."

"You don't hook it up to anything," A.J. explained, "but, yeah, it's kind of like the game-box things. Are you honestly telling me that you don't have video games in the fu-- Whoathat'sapinkphone."

"It was a present," she said, grinning. "John likes to think he's funny. He's not as clever as he thinks he is, but my revenge will be swift and brutal, oh yes."

"I'm pretty sure there's video games, I know I did some training in a flight simulator, but they're more for civilians." Anemone shrugged and poked suspiciously at the buttons on her phone. "The military frowned on 'frivolous' things like that. If you had time to be playing games, you had time to be training."

A.J. frowned at that, wrinkling his nose a little. "That's lame," he muttered. "Don't know if I can help you get to the games on your phone. If they're anything like it looks, I don't know if I want to." He smirked a little. "I haven't figured out mine yet, either. GameBoy's easier. It's just for games, just pop in a cartage, turn it on, and you're good to go."

He wondered if he should introduce Anemone to Tetris, or if that would just be too evil.

"Yeah, but while civilian kids were playing games about fighting aliens, I got to drive a real, live, giant robot, blow up rebels, and destroy an alien race." Anemone's smirk got a bit wider. "I think my version was cooler."

"Soooo...this Gameboy-thing has lots of games? You can pick one?" Evil glint? Anemone? Pffft. Not plotting to raid A.J.'s room. Nope. Not her. "What kind of games?"

"...Okay, fine, you win. Maybe I shouldn't bother, though, telling you anything more. Clearly, you'll just be bored by it, you with all your giant robots and rebels and alien races..."

"But I'm not allowed to beat-up anyone here!" she whined, reaching over to tug on his sleeve. "A.J.! No faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiir!"

A.J. winced, failing to perfectly hide a chuckle. "What's not faaaaaaaaiiir is you whining like that. You girls know my weaknesses all too well."

"Wait, whining is a weakness of yours?" Her entire face lit up with this revelation. "See, you shouldn't tell me these things. I generally just sulk at people until they give in. If it's a special weakness...now I'll have to be more careful in my use of it."

"I wouldn't say it's a special weakness," A.J., laughing, shook his head. "Don't get too excited. I think it's just an overall weakness that all guys have when dealing with cute girls."

He just had a particular lack of defense against it, while other guys seem to have a whole armory.

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