There were several things Karla had to do before her portal arrived to bring her to Camelot, and one of those things was to show up at Fixer-Uppers and serenade Ben because her teachers were...well, Reno and Genesis and all that implied.

"Kiss kiss," she called, in slightly better spirits than she'd been in for the last...oh, three or so weeks. The prospect of just getting away from everything was a pleasant one. "Ben, you free?"

The singing would have to wait till Jason arrived, but the didn't mean she couldn't chat for a bit.

"Oh, you know," Karla said, nice and vaguely. "Dealing with this and that. What's got you scowling at your datapad so much? Ender talks to his, you frown at yours, but I'm the weird one for trying to dress Mini-Morton in doll clothes."

"There's a lot of snow on the ground!" Karla protested. "It could get all caught up in his...gears and things!" Did her droid even have gears? Like Karla knew. "Little rubber boots and a raincoat just make sense!"

That's fine. Karla was going to use the time wisely by searching for something to throw at him. "It's your work I'm protecting!" she pointed out.

"But what if he falls over?" Karla asked, concerned.

Hey, she really liked Mini-Morton, okay?

"It's Ben!" Karla said cheerfully. "He'll like our singing. Or else."

The look she leveled on Ben suggested the 'or else' might involve a decided lack of ice cream in the future.

It was a complicated look, okay?

"But I'm ready whenever you are."