Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Tory looked at the planet in question, squinting a little. It was true, he'd been something of a neglectful plant dad. And yes, he could've looked this stuff up on the internet (and in fact, had), but it was a lot like cooking in a way. There had to be some kind of natural talent involved, or things just didn't go the way you hoped, even if you followed all the steps of the recipe. "Right, do me a favor?" He beckoned Kit over as he made his way toward the open doorway in the back where the office - and the coffee maker - resided. "Bring it with you? I can put it in the office where there's at least a window. Sounds like that would fulfill the little bit of sun requirements, as that's all that's really available around here."
He didn't wait for Kit to follow but went into the office to start up the coffee maker. It wasn't cluttered, just a battered desk and file cabinet with a couple dented drawers, a small table for the coffee maker and a pair of chipped mugs, powered creamer and sugar substitute. There was a yellowing beige monitor on the desk standing next to a tower in the same rough hue, circa 2005. "Lawrence, by the way," he said, as if they'd never veered off the topic. "But I'm not exactly a 'Larry' either. Or a 'Vic,' or really anything but a 'Tory.'" He shrugged a little.