pir8fancier came for lunch (which streched into a long afternoon of tea) last week. She was traveling through my area with her daughter, and arranged to come see me.

Mostly, her daughter did as any self-respecting teenaged girl would, when confronted with two squeeing enthusiastic middle-aged fen: she retreated into another room, and quietly surfed on my laptop. But at one point in the afternoon, she wandered back into the dining room, and talked with us for a bit about fanfiction.

( And I actually did come up some a semi-original insight about the whole process )