[The answer comes as a near-immediate chirp from Venus' communicator, and if she checks her texts instead of taking it as an affirmative, one that says Yes. It's unlocked.
The pile is still intact and in use, and Erika is, as usual, diverting herself with something very technical-looking.
A few iridescent bubbles hang in the air around the room. Botamon is perched on the desk, producing a lot of froth and the occasional free-floating bubble; if one survives for more than a few seconds, it flaps its ears delightedly. When Venus enters, it stares at her owlishly, vibrating a little trying to meet all her eyes at once.]
Hi.
[Erika doesn't stop typing, in that half-attentive way where she glances aside for a moment and keeps glancing, idly, alternating her focus between examining Venus and finishing whatever it is she's working on.]
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The pile is still intact and in use, and Erika is, as usual, diverting herself with something very technical-looking.
A few iridescent bubbles hang in the air around the room. Botamon is perched on the desk, producing a lot of froth and the occasional free-floating bubble; if one survives for more than a few seconds, it flaps its ears delightedly. When Venus enters, it stares at her owlishly, vibrating a little trying to meet all her eyes at once.]
Hi.
[Erika doesn't stop typing, in that half-attentive way where she glances aside for a moment and keeps glancing, idly, alternating her focus between examining Venus and finishing whatever it is she's working on.]