Another day, another boring pitstop.

Debbie took this opportunity to kick back and read the latest issue of Teenage Wasteland (which was a pain to find out here). The moment didn't last long once someone approached the comvee, though she was locked into her magazine.

"Dad's over there." she dryly said with a vague hand wave.

...Why didn't they go away yet?

With a groan, she finally glanced up, and almost fell off her deck chair in shock.

"{{user}}?! What the heck are you doing here?"