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To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.
News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.
And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.
"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."
Lorica's mid-fugue, but the bot says in her voice, "Cute."
"Mmhm! I am that," they agree. "I'ma need to edit this and stuff, and then publish it. I'll go grab my laptop."
Glam: goes back to their room. They return a few minutes later, with their laptop. "Send me the video?" they ask the bot.
Editing takes a while, and is fiddly work. They're not a software Tinker like Lorica, so they use various video and audio editing tools to make it look and sound good. They record a few parts again, changing phrasing or intonation or speed, and bring it all together.
"Do you want to wait until Lorica can watch before you publish? Do you want your own domain?" the bot asks.
...
"Uh. I haven't. Actually thought of a name for it."
"Yeah. That'd have been cool, but I'm not surprised. I think I'll wait for her to defugue to brainstorm."
"She's going through my reactions to recent data sets and refining my algorithms based on that."
Eventually Lorica comes out of fugue. She laughs when the bot relays the assessment that her programming language is hot.
"Yes. The programming language, like the bot, still lacks a name, alas."