The Secrets of SecUnit Baking
Seth stared sternly at Three, Iris, and SecUnit. SecUnit glared sullenly at his desk, Iris had a mix of embarrassment and defiance on her face, and Three simply stood in front of him with its arms behind its back with its face in what the SecUnits called SecUnit neutral.
Seth steepled his fingers. He played the incriminating clip on the display surface behind him.
“So,” he started. “Whose bright idea was this?”
“Look,” Iris tried. “SecUnit already has that documentary with Bharadwaj, and Three agreed, so—”
“So this was Three’s idea? Or yours?”
SecUnit snorted. “It was ART’s.”
Seth ran his hand over his face.
It’s an educational video. I am an educator. Peri sounded defensive.
“What exactly is educational about a baking show?”
“Three is very good at baking!” Iris protested. “And it was having so much fun—”
Three, who had been standing ramrod straight, shrank a bit.
“Well…I….enjoy baking, and we downloaded some interesting Preservation recipes. So we thought a serial about my baking would be entertaining.”
“I did the filming,” SecUnit added. “And the editing.”
“I saw the thumbnail,” Seth said dryly. Iris brightened up.
“Oh, did you like it? Peri and I design the thumbnails.”
Seth sighed again, rubbing his face. “You realize we are supposed to keep the two rogue SecUnits aboard our ship on the downlow, correct?”
“Well, yes, but we didn’t expect to get so many fans. It was just for fun…”
“‘The Secrets of SecUnit Baking’ has over a hundred thousand subscribers!”
Iris looked surprised. “Wait, when did we hit that?”
“About an hour ago,” SecUnit said. “Three’s gingerbread sculpture of ART is very popular.”
“The gingerbread sculpture of…”
Seth buried his head in his hands. Iris walked over and patted his back.
“It’s okay, Dad,” she said soothingly. “We saved you some cake.”
Seth’s head hit the desk.
