I decided to decorate my Master’s ship for all of that Life Day nonsense.
It’s put him on edge. I suspect he figures it’s a prelude to something lethal or violent.
That, of course, means that I’ve done it right.
I can’t believe he never changed the access codes. I also can’t believe he sits there and listens to me talk about synthweaving for hours; it’s boring, and I’m eventually going to run out of even made up little tidbits to mention.
Admittedly, I’m rather surprised I haven’t been shocked or told to leave yet. Stars, I wonder if he thinks I’m serious—oh well, if it keeps him thinking I’m a nice looking, harmless, docile servant, all the better.