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Tura taps on her comm as she steps out of the speeder and onto the walkway at the edge of the education district. Briskly setting off along the edge of the plaza, she waits as the line rings once, twice, before connecting.
"Tura? I thought you were going to be out till late for work today?"
She smirks to herself. "I am going to be out till late, yes, but not for work purposes. Were you aware that the reason Granta has been holed up all day for the past few weeks in the name of classwork, is that he's been working on an extra credit project that wasn't even formally assigned?"
There's silence for a moment. Then, "Is that what he's been up to? I thought he was just hiding from that friend of his, you know the one who's been after him to go bridge-hopping?"
Tura laughed. "He's certainly doing that! But no, there was some tinkering going on, and it seems that the prototype was finished last night - at least, judging by the victory dance I had the pleasure of witnessing."
Xanatos's voice is warm when he replies. "I assume your plans are of a more celebratory variety then?"
"They are indeed." She turns down along one of the many staircases built into the terraces. "I was thinking perhaps milkshakes for dinner, or whatever other foolishness seems most appealing to a sleep-deprived hellion."
“So, what is my role in this whole shenanigan situation?”
“I thought you could be the driver.”
His laughter fills the air. "I have one more meeting, but I can beg off in another half hour. How long till his classes let out?"
Tura cranes her neck to see the massive, ancient mechanical chrono that towers over the square. "Maybe 15 minutes? I can stall him till you arrive."
"Tura, don't torture the poor boy," Xanatos chuckles. "You'll tease him for staying up late and he'll trip all over himself trying to play it down."
She hums. "Perhaps if he'd seen fit to tell me what he'd been up to, it could have been avoided. Alas, it was not to be. Send me a message when you start, alright?"
"Will do. See you soon."
She ends the comm with a smile on her lips. With a little luck, she'll be hidden among the street vendors by the time Granta arrives. The look on his face will be wonderful.