[ In the end, Khaji's the one that wins. It's probably not a surprise that he does so - he is a supercomputer after all - but it does mean that Jaime's the one that has to listen to him gloat, chittering with laughter that sends itself straight down his spine, a scratchy buzzing sound zinging through his ears. Jaime never minds. He likes to hear Khaji laugh provided he's not laughing at him, which is often the case.
They walk around and look at the sights for a little longer, maybe check out a free sample or two (Jaime can never resist free food; it doesn't matter what's put in front of him, so long as he can shove it into his face) before Jaime finally settles on the idea that he has to say something. ]
Hey, Ruka - not that this hasn't been fun, but there's actually something else I needed to talk to you about.
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They walk around and look at the sights for a little longer, maybe check out a free sample or two (Jaime can never resist free food; it doesn't matter what's put in front of him, so long as he can shove it into his face) before Jaime finally settles on the idea that he has to say something. ]
Hey, Ruka - not that this hasn't been fun, but there's actually something else I needed to talk to you about.