<span style="color: #FF0000">"Clothes I can work out in, I guess? We can make stuff up as we go."</span>Sage shrugged. Long term planning wasn't how her brain worked. She could be clever, on occasion, but not a planner.<br/><br/>Sage made a little happy giggling sound when mom came and pecked her on the head. She liked her mommy, liked little physical acts of affection like that. The promise of future candy also wasn't half bad, come to think of it. Her favorite had to have been a stick of candied jerked meat she couldn't pronounce the name of.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Of course I would, if it means something to you. Can't exactly let you go off on your own." </span>Tarrok pointed out. They had a simple car, of course, but the primary means of travel outside the colony was Zero Shift. Plus, he was only twelve years old, even if he was mature for his age.<br/><br/>Tarrok couldn't pretend to understand Daikon's interests, or feel as deeply. But it meant a lot to him, which was all that mattered. He'd do what he could to encourage and enable his son to be whatever he wanted to be. His children would have a future they wanted, not one given to them by circumstance.