Relatedly, there's an executable he can run that will make him nigh-impossible to memory-wipe or restraining-bolt, short of someone knowing that it's happened, figuring out how it was done, and undoing it, that closes the loophole it used in the process of making this so.

He considers this for a while, and then tucks the file away into storage for when he's surer of what he wants to do with it.

Now, what's the tactical and strategic relevance of bonsai?

Deskyl is out for dinner just on time, despite her relatively fitful nap.

"Hey there.  You have a nice nap?  I...hope you don't mind, but I figured you'd prefer sleeping in a bed rather than a chair."

    "She says it was fine, ma'am, and she doesn't mind, and she'd like to know how things were this afternoon."

"Things went pretty well; I talked to our newest passenger.  He's a contemplative sort, judging by the amount of data traffic.  ...I have so many ideas for how to arm him to handle the sort of fights we get into, and he's actually a squad command unit, did you know?  Did you ever use those little hovering balls with blasters in, for deflection training?  Because I bet we could interface that model of drone with squad command code and give him enough blasters to down a Sith Lord with.  Which would be really cool!  And I'm thinking that I could maybe work in enough charge plating to let him repeat my trick with Ocnem's lightsaber, where I deflection-punched it, or he could even grab one, since somebody's going to try to stab him if he's fighting with us long enough."

   "She says she bets he'll like that, ma'am. Though you should probably think it through a bit before you adopt too many droids."

Diana giggles.  "I'm not planning on adopting any more right now!  Just absolutely spoiling the one that we presently have!"

    "She's not sure you'll be able to take advantage of his squad programming without other sentient droids, ma'am, but she says it's worth checking, yes. And certainly fine to spoil him otherwise."

"Well I'm sure we'll find out!"  Diana continues to be giggly at this whole idea!

Deskyl kisses the tip of her nose.

    "She says 'you're very cute', ma'am."

!!!

Diana looks like she'd be saying 'gosh, really?' if she wasn't too busy emoting 'eeee!'!

Heee.

eee!  Happy emotions!  Cute-hot-pretty lady who likes when Diana's having happy emotions!  Maybe even...happystim?

Squeeze!

Squeeze tight!

Forehead-kiss!

    "She says you do need to eat, ma'am."

Pout.  ...Lady Pradnakt's not wrong though.  Pout harder.  Maybe reality will give up if she pouts hard enough at it?

Pradnakt gives her one last squeeze and then withdraws from the hug to eat her own meal.

Then Diana shall eat, quickly, though without compromising her customary deftness in favor of haste.

    "She did want to talk to you about something, ma'am," Daisy relays after a few minutes of this.

"...mmhmm?"

    "This hasn't been a problem, but she wants to make it clear to both of us that she isn't going to give you any nonstandard permissions with me; she doesn't mind you asking me to do things, but she'd rather you not make any changes to my settings or anything like that."

"...Of course?  Why would I have ever had that expectation, you're - her droid, not mine - and setting aside that I almost think changing some of those settings might be murder - oh, uh, Pradnakt, did she mention to you the memory-wipe lockout script we have yet?"

    "She says that's how it came up, ma'am. She does think that that's a good idea, but wanted to be clear about the general category of things."