Belle had totally forgotten the security system. The program that ran it was smart enough to know that there was only supposed to be one person in the house, and to flag up if more than one room were occupied. As she entered the study, she saw the security notification blinking at her. She woke the computer up and accessed the alert, to be informed that there was motion detected in both the study and the bar. The computer opened two windows. One showed herself looking at herself looking at... she closed that one before the recursion made the universe implode. The other showed a scrawny dark-haired teenager doodling in the dust on the bar. The finger-line drawings were interesting if somewhat abstract from Belle's perspective. She shook her head. Spying on someone was not her way. In fact it was something she was totally opposed to.<br/><br/>She was about to close the window when the girl moved. Curious to see what had caught Therese's eye, Bell watched and was rather surprised to see her take a bottle of orange juice. "Oh well, that's another screw driver I won't be drinking..." She chuckled. "Trip to the hard-ware store is called for I guess. Oh great, now I'm talking to myself!"<br/><br/>She closed the window, killed the alarm, informing the system that two people were present, and pulled up her website, checked to see if her latest purchases had gone through, and then looking at the sales page. There was a bidding war taking place for an old 8-track stereo system and ten cassettes. That was totally awesome. Three different parties all bidding on the same lot and the price had already reached the thousand dollar mark. Belle idly wondered if the girl sitting in her bar drinking her orange juice would even know what an 8-track cassette was.<br/><br/>She sent an email to Tracy asking how things were going. Then replied to one from her nephew asking about the community service thing. She laughed and replied back that the thing was run by a bunch of stuck-up hypocritical do-gooders with their heads up their ass holes, but the kid she was saddled with seemed cool enough. Which wads the exact opposite of what her nephew wanted to hear, she knew, but she had lived her entire life doing the exact opposite of what her family wanted and she saw no reason to change things now!<br/><br/>With that done, she headed to the kitchen, pausing at the bar, astounded to see the girl diligently polishing. "Hey, crook. What's yername? Terry? Enough doing what I told ya. C'mere. You hungry? I sure as fuck am. Come on, kitchen's this way." She called the kid "Crook", because obviously she was one or she wouldn't be on probation, and because she had a hard job remembering names. On the way to the kitchen she told the kid, "So you got two choices. Either, you let me choose, which means something out of the freezer shoved in the microwave, for obvious reasons..." She indicated her broken arm, "Or, you can make us both something. I don't mind which, but the microwave stuff is that cheap shit from Wally World. My nephew bought it for me." She shook her head. "And some of the fresh stuff could do with usin' up before if goes off."