There are no mistakes; only happy accidents.
"We should've warned you about the tenants," Zap said. Since Dom was usually traveling, Forge had taken to using his downstairs bedroom as a bit of a storage closet. There were weapons and computer hardware and crates of mysterious objects (ooOOoo) but the bed was mostly left alone. At least he could sleep easily. She was in the doorway, yet to cross the threshold. "How long did you stay bent over after you knew I was sitting out here?" So she'd been eying his booty. Sue her. She grinned and motioned for him to come hug her already. "You should've crashed my class; I could've fed you," she half-thanked and half-nagged Droid as she wrapped her arms around his Dorito-shaped body.