Fourth floor common room: Tuesday afternoon

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal was mostly over his cold, and completely sick of his room. He knew it was Christmas today, not that he really knew what that involved, but there was one Karsite tradition he was quite sure would fit.

Hot spiced cider.

There was a pot of it mulling on the stove, smelling of cinnamon and spices and all things yummy and if it was a teeny bit alcoholic, it was only enough to warm.

Karal was curled up on the couch with a mug of cider, reading, while Altra sprawled across the back of it. With the dorms as quiet as they were, he wasn't sure if there was anyone left, but he'd made enough cider for anyone who might wander by.

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[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

It really, really didn't. "What?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Let's say you have this camera," Jeff explained, with copious hand gestures, "And a whole room full of women with low self-esteem, and you get them to take their tops off..."

Okay, he'd digressed somewhere.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal just stared open mouthed. "What?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Nobody can feel badly about breasts," Jeff said, with an air of easy acceptance, "The appreciation of their attributes may be helpful."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Bright Flame, you make no sense! Do you honestly think placing a number of women in a room and having them take off their tops would increase their self esteem?" he asked. "What if some were prettier than others?"

Buying into the logic was the first step to madness. Nevertheless, there he was doing it.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"That's why you'd need a panel of qualified judges," Jeff posited, punctuating the statement with a gesture. "You wouldn't want a breast to get ahead."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"And now you're going to judge them?!" Karal scowled. "That will only make them less likely to think well of themselves, and make the winner think she's better than the rest. You cannot judge a woman solely on her breasts!"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"No," Jeff agreed, "There's other parts in the mix, aren't there? You'd need several panels!"

He was seriously thinking this through now.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal facepalmed, then sighed, shaking his head. "It is the judging, the ranking, that is the problem, regardless of how many panels you employ. Women are not horses. You cannot judge their conformation and ability and then award one a prize."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff stared at him.

"Have you even heard of models?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal blinked at the, to him, total non-sequitir. "You mean small versions of ships, buildings?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"No," Jeff said, and gave him the kind of look one would expect would be given to someone who'd just crawled out from under a rock. "No, no, I mean supermodels."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"That is a no, then." Karal frowned at him again. "I am not from this world," he said slowly, as he would to a child. "More explanation than a word is required."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Jeff actually didn't have anything to say at all.

"You don't know supermodels?" he asked, finally, incredibly worried. And mashed the buttons on the remote.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal raised both eyebrows at him. "Is it such a great tragedy?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff just held up a hand.

And, by a miracle of engineering, actually managed to locate a rerun of the Miss World competition.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal glanced suspiciously between Jeff and the screen. "Those are supermodels?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Technically it's a pageant," Jeff offered.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"It looks like a horse show," he decided after a moment. "Does the winner get a ribbon?"