The Gym; Wednesday Morning.

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Not that he was obsessed or anything, but Cal, even though he'd handwavily been up all night writing, still made himself go down to the gym fairly early, wanting to squeeze in a decent set of weights before he went about his errands for the day. Well, errand, really. Whatever. He did some lazy stretching for a bit longer than usual and then hopped up on a treadmill, hoping the running would wake him up a bit before he put himself between a bench and considerable weights.

[[ yup. obligatory and open, la la la. And it even always had the right day, too. Scout's honour. ]]

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"True, but after all you said, I don't know if I'd want to be a mountain," Cal pointed out.

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"I suppose," she conceded. "But now it might happen anyway."

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"Yeah, no kidding," Cal muttered, almost dreading waking up tomorrow after this conversation. "Especially around here."

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"I shall keep the birds from eating your hair if that does happen," she assured him earnestly.

If she, you know, remembered.

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"Aww, thanks," Cal said, unable to help himself from chuckling a little at that. "That's sweet of you."