Khar immediately pushed himself upright, all traces of irritation gone.
“Do you wish to stop?”
“No.” She shook her head quickly. “No, this is good. It’s… actually kind of amazing.”
She turned the screen toward him.
Khar narrowed his eyes at the title.
Games of Thorns and Roses
He looked back at her slowly.
“This is a historical record of human agriculture?”
Lily barked out a laugh. “What? No.”
“Then why is there a garden?”
“There is barely any gardening.”
“Then your species names things dishonestly.”
“It’s a television show.”
He looked deeply unimpressed.
“The title suggests flowers.”
“It has dragons.”
He paused.
“…continue.”
Lily grinned triumphantly and tucked herself against his side as she started the episode.
“My sister and I were obsessed with this. We used to watch new episodes together and scream at the characters.”
“Why would you scream?”
“Because they make terrible choices.”
“That sounds avoidable.”
“That’s because you solve all your problems with violence.”
“That is inaccurate.” He considered. “Sometimes intimidation is sufficient.”
The opening theme began.
Khar sighed dramatically.
“I want it noted that I am enduring this purely for your enjoyment. This does not appear worthy of a Divani’s valuable time.”
“Sure.”
Twenty micro-cycles later, Lily glanced sideways.
