[PTL Game] Claire, Brady, Sam

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OM: Brady looked at Claire, "you are not cloning me!! I'm yours and only yours, babe."   <Sam>"I guess I better stick with fate," she said grinning at the compute.  "He's good looking, in an older sort of way."  Ran her hand through her hair thoughtfully.  "Wouldn't my mother just pitch a fit," she mused.  "From what I know of cloning, you can actually make them better than the original.  We could always do it with out you knowledge dear heart and create nice you that can actually cook." NM: Claire kissed Brady on the cheek "Nah, no cloning this one. But..."   She was finished with the tracer and sat back, waving the first set of papers that had come from the printer "This guy's bio looks pretty spiffy.  Shall I?"   She raised a sandy blond brow teasingly at Sam, her green eyes reading the top line and ready to do so aloud.