33 Apocalypse Ave., Thursday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Waking up early, Ronan slipped out of bed -- being careful not to wake the other occupants -- slipped on some pyjama pants and a t-shirt, and opened and closed the door as quietly as possible as he left the room.

Coffee first, he thought, and then he might as well get started on breakfast.

[For the housemates! Or anyone else who wants to call/drop by/whatever.]

Comments

[not_a_whiner]

"Hey, that's a good step in the right direction," Kaidan said. Didn't say for someone from your time period because that felt patronizing. "When it comes right down to it, programming's pretty much about the same principles anyway. You put a value in and you ask the machine to turn it into something else."

[bitten_notshy]

"Like translation but in front of a machine," Jack nodded, after a pause. "The issue is knowing which value to use, and how to put it in, and what you want to turn it into."

But otherwise, he had it down pat.

[not_a_whiner]

"Basically," Kaidan agreed. "But that's what we've got schools for, you know?"