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Foul Bachelor Frog Campfire, Sunday Afternoon

It was Peter's birthday tomorrow, and his parents hadn't even called yet.

Which was fine. He didn't need the old coots anyway. ~~Maybe he'd hear from them tomorrow?~~ In fact, not having to deal with his parents at all meant that he'd gotten his essay for the week finished far ahead of schedule, leaving him time to... well, research the next essay.

Mostly.

Still, after a week of being locked inside because of the cold, he supposed he could take his desk outside with him now that the weather was nice and mild.

Which was where he was working now, fingers flying over the holographic display. Just don't expect him to light the fire.

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Peter shot her a long-suffering look, and began devising plans he could implement to fuck with her if he ever got bored. "The trick is to spin it right," he said, "I'm not a 'dork', I'm a hard-working pragmatist with an eye on the future."

Good luck with that, dude. It might work, but if Kenzi figured it out, there would be the beginning of epic, epic attempts to do the same.

"Would you blackmail someone with silly videos in your quest to be the better candidate?" Kenzi asked, eyeing Tony and Topher with an evil look on her face. "Are you that much of a pragmatist?"

Please. He was subtle.

"I'd say a real pragmatist would never admit to blackmail," Peter said, "And it's morally reprehensible anyway."

He was all for blackmail. His persona just wasn't.

Kenzi...ahahah. Right. 'Nuff said.

"You are like a walking sound-byte, sometimes," Kenzi told him, nomming more marshmallows. She squinted at him, wondering if he'd actually break down and be un-moral if he was really tempted to get to his goals. Enh. Something to try and figure out how to do it, sometime that was not Eating Time. "Well, if you don't go in for blackmail, this place is rich in entertainment. And bad, bad overdramatics."

Considering that in reality, Peter had all the morals of a snake bite in the ass... there'd be no breaking down about it.

"...Did you see something?" Peter asked, hushing his voice. For the squirrels. Yep.

Kenzi passed over her iPod, with the adventures of Terri & Pam and the gators! And the cobras!

"Other developments as they develop," Kenzi said, smirking a little. "There's a couple people here who have got to have secrets." And they were fun to poke at.

"It's a high school. A crazy one, but not that crazy," Peter said, though he had to take a moment to appreciate the footage.

... in a very concerned way. Honest. Check out his concerned face. He totally wasn't fighting to keep from laughing. "There can't be that many secrets-- though, did someone put something in their water...?"

Kenzi leaned over to give it a look of pride. "Gremlin bite. You were right, they totally do exist. Although I messed with this guy Jack's head about that, and then he wound up gremlin-bit on the Radio. They're a solid risk, man." Okay, now she had to find out stuff on people just to tell Peter, and prove him wrong.

Look what you started!

...a potentially very lucrative way of ferreting out people's secrets without anyone being able to point the finger to him?

"Wow..." Peter said, sounding worried. "They must have quite some venom."

Oh no! That would be... awesome!

"They're ugly, too. The teachers in Cupcakes captured one under a cake dome. Crazy little thing." Kenzi took back the iPod and grinned at in in pride. "I'm thinking this is worth a frappachino not to put it on the internet, at least."

She'll work up to other stuff. Give her time.

Or she could save the footage and wait until Tony or Topher ascended to a position of real influence before using it to break their corporate image, but... well, Peter wasn't going to share ideas like that.

"Probably," he agreed, "But are you sure you want to do that...? I mean, they're probably embarrassed enough already."

But that would take so loooooong. Years! Who had that kind of patience?

"If you can't do the time, don't do the crime." Kenzi paused, considered. "If you've still got shame, take the blame? Enh. If they're wilting dying flowers of wimpiness, maybe not. Otherwise..."

Otherwise, seriously, are you kidding?

Peter did. But that was probably why he was going to be Hegemon of the World in ten years, and Kenzi would not.

"You know, you're just setting yourself up for retaliation if the gremlins ever get to you," Peter said, sanely. "You can't bribe everybody."

Kenzi considered that, then pointed out, "But! They are the best excuse ever for doing other crap and then blaming it on them! So why should I care what people think of me? People are mostly stupid anyway." Like that Perk Clerk who was giving her free coffee for 'finding' his wallet this week. Woo!

Peter shrugged. "I don't know, because it's the right thing to do?"

Or, alternatively, it made it so much easier to manipulate people when they thought you were a good guy.

"Pffft. 'Right thing to do.' Right for who? Why?" Kenzi wouldn't claim to be a philosopher, but she had put some thought into this. "Most of the rules are stupid, and they're just there so everyone 'gets along.' Avoids trouble. Looks good. Once you stop caring about that, you can do a lot more."

Or, once you accept you can't avoid trouble, you go looking for it.

She gave Peter a cockeyed look. "So what do you think the 'right thing to do' is?"

"Leave them alone?" Peter suggested. "Topher's a good kid, and so's Tony."

Leave them alone and let Peter have the blackmail material, he meant.

"Define 'good,'" Kenzi said, skeptical. Her funny videos! Hers!

Or, you know, the entire internet's, if she put those out there.

"Smart," Peter said, "Nice-- well, Tony is. Topher's a little... special, but you can't hold that against him."

Most people did anyway.

Hunh. Interesting that that was his first criteria. Kenzi focused on the second part, though, grinning. "I couuuld. But I have hilarious footage of him trying to save my life."

Peter frowned curiously. "Really?"

Kenzi fast-forwarded to the point where she 'died', and Topher wailed about the good ones dying young, then played that. "I mean, give him credit, he tried! Even while insane."

Peter snickered. He oculdn't not. "He really applied himself," he agreed.

Kenzi was undecided now about putting it on the internet. But! Plenty of time to decide later.

"I've taken a page from your book and bribed the hell out of the squirrels. Anything I do in the future, they get booze for not mentioning." She grinned. "Those guys can really hold their liquor. And peanuts."

"You don't have to tell me," Peter said, "I work for the radio station. Can't move an inch in that place without running into empty bottles and peanut brittle."

And actual peanuts. Fucking violent rodents.

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