Fionna walks from the meeting to The Cup. The org meeting she had just been to and embarrased herself at had come to a swift end. The org that she had come to think of as a close knit family had been called away to Tir county to defend their towers. She being way to in-experienced to offer any real help had been left behind as all the warriors rushed off. This really didn't bother her at all.. She wished she could help, but knew she would only be in the way. She straightend her outfit as she walked into The Cup. She had picked this outfit specially for the meeting. She wished to appear professional, yet stylish. She asked the bartender for cup of hot water. He was getting to know her as a regular and anticipated her order. She grined lightly and paid him. Taking the cup to a nearby table she liked to sit at, she placed the cup on the table and sat down.. She pulled a package from her packs and opened it. Inside were neatly packed pouches of tea she had made earlier from an old gaelic family recipe. She took one out and put it in the water then put the package neatly back into her pack. "20 minutes till the Org Meeting Fionna" her bot suddenly blurts. She sighs and looks back at dumdum her bot. Poor thing had a glitch and seemed to be stuck in some kind of logic loop. She calmly smirked at the bot, and took a sip of her tea. "dumdum.. the meeting is over. Please do a self diagnosis, specifically look for any logic loops please." The droids head tilts to one side to look at her as it begins its self diag. "Programming fault detected. Would you like to correct the problem yourself or do you wish the automatic repair system to activate?" The droid responds after a few moments. She really didn't like figuring out droid scripts, she found it mundane and boring. "Automatic repair please" She siped her tea as she watched the droid again execute her command. "Org meeting is over Fionna, why are we still in BackYard 6?" She smirks at the droid but patience is a virtue she had started to learn under the wing of Whispers Edges President. She pauses to correct the droid by sipping her tea. She looks at it sympathetically. "dumdum, we are in the Cup. Are you sure your poximity and location beacons are working correctly? Maybe you should reboot? Please Terminate, I'll summon you later". The droid shutters a couple times and gives its programmed response to being shutdown and re-digitized. Fionna smirks and sighs.. Gods.. she wished she could be out fighting at the tower fields.. it would be much less boring then talking to her own droid.