Dithers was staring back at his monitor, the meeting finally concluded, still a bit dumbfounded. Why had Winterfresh gone to the trouble of getting him passes at a real restaurant with Kaylee? He wasn’t even sure she would want to go along. Hell, it had been years since he had been to one himself. Dithers punched up the e-mail and zapped her a message. It didn’t take long for her to respond, since Dithers was sure she had installed the e-mail warning on her simutronic game interface. “A real restaurant? That place is over forty minutes from my apartment. Where did you say you lived again? Isn’t it far for you? Just chuck them and lets go out to a simulated joint. I’ve got a Dungeon Sink at 9 tonight and it’ll be easier for me to get back to the game,” was the reply. Dithers paused a moment. It surprised him that he’d never had any idea where Kaylee actually lived, just that she was somewhere in the same city as him. The restaurant was over a half-hour via train for Dithers but he still felt reluctant to blow his boss off. “Look, he seemed really adamant about this and you know that he’ll find out if we don’t go. Pleeaaasseee? You owe me for that time I rescued you from the Goblin Caverns. So, Chinese food, uptown, please?” Dithers responded. The only reply was a frowning cartoon face and an “OK” at the end.
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