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Gym, Saturday morning

After some coffee to wake up, Dean headed down to the gym and began to make sure things were set up for Karal's self defense lesson. He'd even managed to scrunch up two staffs to start with the weapons.

Now all he needed was a certain sunpriest to teach.

[for said priest, but open for all your workout needs]

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"It's a different kind of meditation. I can teach you sometime, if you'd like," she offered. Then she caught something of his mood, and tilted her head. "You're in an even better mood than usual. Is there a particular reason?"

"Evey kissed me," he told her, breaking into a huge smile.

Inara almost tipped over, she was so surprised. "Who's Evey?"

"Evey is Evey. She's, I met her at the welcome picnic, and we went for tea and became friends, and she likes me just as I like her." He was doing a terrible job at explaining. "She's wonderful, Inara."

Well, that told her exactly nothing. "What makes her so wonderful?"

"She just is. She's smart and beautiful, and it makes me smile to see her." And when I touch her, it warms me down to my toes; when she touches me, it's like I'm flying. She's been through more than anyone one person should have to, and she's still strong and brave and kind, and when I make her smile, I feel like the world is a little brighter. He couldn't say any of that. "She's a good person, Inara."

"Where is she from?" Inara was reserving judgment until she met Evey for herself. Karal, after all, was a bit naive when it came to matters of romance and relationships.

"From a country called England, which is across the water, so this world," he replied, smiling up at her with no clue what she was thinking.

"What brings her here?" She asked, trying to resume the exercises, but not the meditation. "What is her history like?"

Karal propped his chin on his hand, watching her. "Evey is here to go to school, the same as all of us, and her history is her own, to share or not as she chooses." His voice was gentle but implacable; he'd not share Evey's past with anyone else, not even Inara. Not without her permission. "Though I can tell you she's not had an easy life."

Inara could respect Karal's discretion, right up to the point where it interfered with her ability to get a correct read on the situation. "I'm very sorry to hear that."

He nodded, then beamed again. "We're going on our first date tonight!"

Edited 2008-02-10 04:57 (UTC)

"That's--" She wouldn't lie or prevaricate, not to Karal. Instead, she took a different tack, "What will you be doing? Have you decided yet?"

He tilted his head, looking at her curiously. "A picnic of sorts, in the hayloft," he replied. "Is something wrong?"

"That sounds lovely. I'm sure she'll enjoy that," she said, trying to be reassuring and ignoring his other question completely. "Have you chosen what you'll wear?"

Karal blinked in surprise. "You didn't answer my question," he finally said. "Have I done something to upset you?"

"No, of course not," she smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't read anything contrary in her eyes. "Am I being too pushy? I can stop."

He was confused, but too happy to notice Inara might be being less than truthful with him. Even if hadn't been so happy, it would never occur to him she would be. "No, not at all," he said warmly. "I thought clothes from home, black breeches and one of the shirts from Valdemar, the soft ones."

"That sounds perfect. Familiar to you, but formal enough that she can show you've taken an effort and that you think she's worth it," she raised one arm gracefully over her head and stretched another in front of her. "Women like to know that."

"I'll remember that," he promised. "And I would like you to meet her."

"I would like that as well. Very much." Although perhaps the first time wouldn't be when Karal engineered it.

"I think you'll like her," he said, smiling up at the ceiling.

"Why wouldn't I? She sounds perfect."

"I'm not sure anyone is perfect," he mused. "But I like her as she is, perfect or no."

That was better. "The kissing? How was that?"

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