Aoife's been trying to figure out this computer thing, and very carefully watching me type.
Which is good -- no hand batting, no assaulting the pointer on the screen, and great care not to step on the keyboard, because she knows it does something but not what -- and less good, should she figure out how to mail-order live mice, or, more plausibly, deduce that getting me to get up and throw things might be easier from this position.
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