Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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After finishing her homework for the week, Dawn went to the common room and decided to indulge herself. She had a bowl of rainbow sherbet and was flipping through channels.

Oooh, kittens! Or, well, lions, but baby ones. She watched happily, although an occasional "awww, kitty..." escaped.


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"Oh, not when it comes to gender," she says, because she knows she isn't alone in the not-nuturing thing. Parker comes to mind. "Just in the general sense that nuturing seems to be necessary in taking care of things."

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"It does help with that, yes," Dawn admitted. "But you can learn how to do that."

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"Will that class be offered next semester?" Aeryn asks. She shrugs. "There's not really a reason to learn that, though."

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"Maybe? And there is if you feel like you need to learn," Dawn shrugged back.

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"I don't really want to ask why I'd need to learn, do I?" Aeryn says, because she can think of one reason and that's a little eep-worthy, still.

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"Probably not? Unless you decide you want a cat or something. Or your boyfriend turns into one."

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Aeryn shakes her head. "We have two dozen sea monkeys, a shark, a DRD, a talking toaster and a hig-wiggle Sandy Clouds- don't ask. No more... things." She pauses. "I don't think he's been a cat yet. But unless Rita Skeeter comes back, he probably won't turn into anything anyway."

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Sandy Clouds? "Oh, well, then, good. Nothing to worry about, yay."