Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis was curled up on the couch, a dog at her feet and a bag of popcorn beside her.

No, of course it wasn't burned. That might imply that she had followed the directions as best she could, and still failed. Which was certainly not the case.

She flipped through the channels on the television, no real aim in mind aside from steering away from anything with that obnoxious false-sounding laughter. Her mind was elsewhere, and possibly pondering how she could possibly mock that awful woman more. It had suddenly become vastly more appealing, now that she was not allowed.

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[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Well, he calls me Cuddles on the radio. It's possible some of them are confused by that. But it used to be worse," she replied, frowning a little.

She paused.

"...are you Gavin's Inara?"

[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

"Worse? How?" She asked curiously, right up until the rest of what Aravis said registered and she shook her head, "No, I'm my own Inara. But I suppose Gavin and I are dating."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"That's what I meant," Aravis amended. "I know of you through him. And...well, he was more vocal with his affections when we first started dating, Seely was. He's calmed some."

[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

"Is that what you wanted to happen?" She asked, still trying to figure out why that was a good thing.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I wanted him to stop, yes," she said, nodding and blushing. "It's...overwhelming, being lauded to that degree."

[ambassadorinara.livejournal.com]

"It sounds quite flattering, though, yes, I can see how it could become a bit much after a while."