Natalie's Office, The Hegemony Compound, Brazil, Saturday

[whenshewasnice]

Of all the strange things Natalie had experienced in her life in recent times, this was the most pleasant one. It was a surreal experience to have her parents in her office, but not a bad one. Her father had immediately taken to examining the few books she had on the shelf (fairly old fashioned for this time period, but she'd wanted her office to feel comfortable for her), while her mother was far more interested in the electronics. If someone had asked Natalie beforehand what would happen once they got here, she would've gotten in exactly right. Sometimes, predictability was comforting.

"So this is where I work," she told them. "While I'm not hounding Peter across the hall."

Her father looked back towards her. Teasing was clearly incoming. "Does he need a lot of hounding?"

"Only sometimes." A beat. "Mostly for things that don't have much to do with our work. Sleep. Food. Those kinds of inconsequential things."

Her mother gave a quiet, dry snort. Yeah, these were Adamses, all right.

[ooc: NFB, and mainly for the people already in Brazil, but can also be open for calls and texts and whatever. SP warning for tonight.]