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The roof: Sunday evening

This particular Sunday, the roof was not a roof of emo. At least not so far. It was, if you had to assign it an emotion, a roof of tired smugness.

This would be because Jack was sitting on the edge, dangling his legs over, eating pizza and watching the sun set, feeling both tired and smug. It had been a very long week, but it had had an extremely satisfactory conclusion.

As long as no one killed him for messing with their stuff (and he was seriously considering denying all knowledge and memory of those incidents from here on out) he was going to call it a success.

[It's a roof -- unless a mad team of dimension-hopping builders suddenly appear in a blinding flash of light and erect a gazebo or something, it's going to keep being open! So, yes, of course, open, and Jack will happily share his pizza. I go AFK for a bit, but I'll be back.]

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"I'm so sorry!" Irulan said, aghast, "I do not know what came over me!"

"Me, probably. Apparently I can be quite irritating at times," he said once he managed to stop laughing. "And seriously, don't worry about it."

[ooc: GAH - sorry. Work attacked.]

The onion Jack flicked back had fallen on her shoulder she picked it up, embarassed, "But it is a very un-princess like thing to do."

"Good." He smiled very gently at her and reached out to cover her other hand with his. "This is the one place you don't have to be a princess. You can just be Irulan, Fandom High Student and Thrower of Onions. Enjoy it."

"That would be..." Irula said, "That would take time to get used to, to be just Irulan. I have never been anything but what other people percieve me to be."

"They you'd better start now." Jack nudged her with an elbow. "If it helps, I stopped seeing you as a princess a long time ago," he said teasingly. "You're just Irulan, who throws onions at me, and is a wicked shot with a gun, and is going to teach me how to fight with knives."

"Your image of me sounds so fierce," she said wonderingly, "That Irulan does not sound like myself at all!"

"I'd mention that I also think she's gracious and beautiful, but I'm afraid I'd get onioned again."

He didn't need to worry about that, she was too busy fighting a blush to do anything else.

Irulan cleared her throat and grasped to find something else to talk about. "I fail at flirting!"

Of course that's the subject you would like to talk about. Height of intelligence, Irulan.

Jack swallowed his laugh. He didn't think she'd appreciate it. "Okay. I wasn't actually flirting," he paused, considered, then added, "not much anyway. Did you want to know how to flirt?"

She was trying not to flail. "No, that wasn't -- I didn't..." Breathe, "I didn't mean you were flirting but that there was a class and there was flirting required and I failed at doing so. I do not know why I blurted that out just now."

Mortification thy name is Irulan.

"Irulan?" Jack squeezed her hand. "Breathe. Okay?"

"Okay." It came out high and squeaky and she realized she still didn't draw breath and forced herself to do so. "I am breathing."

Great Mother, open the Earth and let it eat me.

Jack found himself torn between amusement and mild guilt at her reaction. "Here, close your eyes, hang onto to my hand and take deep breaths. Remember, you're a fierce princess and wielder of onions and knives. And you're my friend. A little flirting is nothing to be worried about."

"Fierce princess, onion wielder," Irulan repeated taking a deep calming breath she let it out slowly. She isn't calm yet but at least she's stopped feeling the need to hit her head on the wall.

After a while she said, tentative, "Even in the Bene Gesserit training I am not good at flirting."

"Is it a big part of your training?" Jack asked, surprised.

"Yes," Irulan said and shifted, "The function of the Bene Gesserit are varied. From espionage, truth saying, foretelling one of the biggest part is... breeding. So, seduction is a part of the training."

She shifted again, "I was never comfortable with that part of the training."

"Wow. Think I could get a job there?" he asked, still amazed, then waved his hand. "Just kidding. Sorry. Do you have to be good at it? I mean, is it the end of the world if you're not?"

"You'd be very good with it, I think," she said, smiling wide, "Unfortunately, you are male so that would be not to your favor. I would hope as the heir I would never be required to do that. It is enough, I think, that I would marry a man I do not love."

"Yeah, that should be enough." Jack flashed her a sly grin. "It's a shame, though, I was going to offer to let you practice on me."

"Well, that's-- I mean to say, very generous and... it is an honor for me to learn." Great Mother, Irulan, can't you at least form a coherent sentence?

"I'm a generous guy," he said, still grinning. "Always happy to help out."

"Yes, you are and, um..." she trails off in a blush.

"And um?" he asked, sitting back a bit and letting the grin die a bit.

Irulan stared at him blankly, honestly forgetting whatever it was she was supposed to say.

"And generous." She says, settling for that instead.

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