Chel watched Keith with full disapproval written on her face before sighing and settling on eating her dinner and making small talk with her father. “How did it go? Is Lexx okay?”
“Fine as far as I can tell.” Vic shrugged. “It wasn’t anything worse than a medical physical. This quarantine is a formality. It is procedure.”
“Is this going to happen every time we return from space?” Chel rolled her eyes. She didn’t see what the big deal was. She had repeated what Lexx had told her about the sterilization systems they used when they travelled through the gate, making this all unnecessary.
“How often are you planning on coming and going?” Vic didn’t look at Chel, not wanting to put her on the spot, but wanting an answer to the question as a concerned parent.
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Happy Monday, or if you’re seeing this Sunday evening, happy Sunday. 😉 I’m going to start on text again when I finish uploading the week’s comics. There are three updates this week. By Friday I will know if I will be updating the next week. I have a convention this weekend and am spending this week drawing ponies and making things to sell like crazy.

For more information on it, it’s a Pony convention in Addison. It’s Nightmare Nights!

– Tiff