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Laundry Room: Sunday evening [7-20-08]

So, she'd made dinner three nights in a row, cleaned Rodney's room yesterday, and today she was doing laundry. Which she had to admit she'd never really done before. And certainly never with these machines.

It probably would have been far easier to figure out if Rodney hadn't decided to come along and eat the chicken and stuffing casserole she'd made while 'supervising' the laundry process.

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"I see sarcasm is wasted on you," he sighed. "Then again, you were eager enough so who knows what crazy reasons someone else might have."

"I had a very good reason," she argued.

"I still think you're crazy to want to work with Dex. The man is a menace," he stated emphatically.

"I like him," she said simply.

"He refused to let me switch out of his class even though I was only there because of a scheduling error. And then he wanted me to break down his office door. He's not sane," Rodney stated.

"We all had to break down doors for our first class," Helen replied. "And it is a skill that could come in very handy. I could have used it myself on several occasions."

"Yeah, well it's one thing to cause destruction in the Danger Shop were it's just a hologram that can be reset, but it's something else entirely when it's your own office. I mean, seriously, what was he thinking? If I'd done what he wanted, I'd end up in detention for destroying school property. Luckily, I thought of that in time and was able to pick the lock instead," he added.

"You can pick locks?" Helen said curiously. "Would you be willing to teach me?"

"Well, I wouldn't call it my area of expertise or anything, but most basic locks are pretty easy. I can show you how to do it," he agreed.

"I would like that," she said with a smile. "Thank you."

He returned a grin. "Are they done yet?" Rodney asked and pointed at the dryers.

She checked. "They appear to have stopped, yes." She began pulling the clothes out, folding them neatly and replacing them in the laundry basket as she did so.

"Finally," he smiled. "Now all you have to do is carry them back up to my room and you'll be done for the day."

She rolled her eyes and hoisted the basket up. "Nobody made you come along," she reminded him.

"Hey, you're the one who said you've never done this before. These might not look like my clothes right now, but they'll turn back eventually and I don't want to find everything shrunken when they do," he justified.

"All I'm saying is you could have remained quite cozily in your room having dinner," Helen replied, only a little grumpily. "I would have figured it out."

Eventually.

"This was much more entertaining," he smirked. "Chop-chop," he motioned to the laundry that still needed to be folded. "I'm sure you don't want to be down here all night."

Four more days, she told herself. Only four more days.

She gave him a rather grim look and finished folding the ret of his things. "All right. Upstairs we go."

"After you," he gestured. The chivalry rang a bit false since he was making her carry the laundry basket.

And probably just wanted to watch her ass as she made her way upstairs in the stupid pirate wench skirts.

Four. More. Days.

She headed upstairs.

He was a teenaged boy, he really couldn't help but watch as she proceeded him up the stairs.

She sighed quietly and continued on, stopping when she got to his door so he could unlock it.

He opened the door and gestured for her to set the basket down on a chair. "All right, you're free to go," he told her magnanimously.

"Why thank you," she said drily. "I'll see you tomorrow morning in the gym."

"You're welcome," he grinned. "Yes, fine, tomorrow," the reminder wiped the smile from his face.

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