Convergence

Fiona had a fabulous time at Convergence. She came back with a bunch of purchases from the dealer's room: a spiffy dagger which would not be scorned by Buffy herself, a chain mail purse (a chain mail purse! It's AWESOME!), and sundry posters, buttons, and T-shirts. She hung out talking Buffy and Firefly and Serenity, and she played Reavers (Mafia) and she did the Doctor Horrible Sing Along, and she was only one of five people who knew all the words to "All We Want to Do is Eat Your Brains."

Yes. My daughter is a proud nerd.

Well, not entirely. "And about five different guys hit on me," she reported.

No surprise. "How did you handle it?" I asked cautiously.

"It's not like I was tempted or anything," she said, wrinkling her nose. "They did it right in front of my friend, and they'd had too much to drink. It all seemed pretty stupid."

No need to worry, obviously. She's got good taste, a good head on her shoulders...and a black belt.