What do you think??
Obi pulled out something from his bag.
A slate - the first model. Thick. Scratched. Metal corners dented from living too long. It buzzed in his hands like it wanted to be a fan instead of a screen.
Raizen sat up a little. "That is a weapon?"
"It's something that can also be used as a brick, sure" Obi said. He set it on the table, thumbed the side, and waited. "If it explodes, at least it will be nostalgic"
The slate flickered, whined, then turned on. The light painted both their faces the way campfires do when the best stories start.
Obi tapped it with more speed and force than he needed to. The first photo filled the screen.
A small boy sat on a carpet with a chocolate cake that had already lost the fight. Brown all over his cheeks, his nose, his eyebrows, even his ear. His hands were used instead of a spoon. His mouth was open like a battle shout.
