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The Gym; Sunday Afternoon [ 11/23 ].

The fact that it took Cal so much effort to drag himself out of bed and force himself to the gym only made it clear that he needed to be much, much better at this whole thing. He was still rubbing his eyes a little as he stretched, but as soon as he settled into a weight machine, he was fairly immersed in the routine and the effort to just get good and sweaty.

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Jaina, in a slight change of pace, brought a datapad down with her to the gym. "This is more normal," she greeted Cal, and immediately headed over to the treadmill.

Cal snorted slightly from beneath his weights. "Yeah, no kidding," he agreed. "Good to know I haven't fallen so far out of it that it would start being weird."

"If it was weird, I think we'd both have some problems on our hands," she nodded, setting up the treadmill and quickly figuring out that working on the datapad on it was not going to go easily.

Cal arched an eyebrow at Jaina fiddling with the datapad.

"How's that multitasking working out for you?"

Jaina frowned, more at him having noticed than anything. "I'm sure there's a trick to it," she said confidently.

"What are you doing with it, anyway?" Cal asked, since the last time he'd seen anything like that, it was when Worf lent him that Klingon 'book,' and using it to read from should be a cinch.

Well, it should be, he imagined, for someone like Jaina, because if he could have used one without a hitch...

"Work stuff. I figured if I just brought everything down this way I could do two things at once and get everything signed off on, but I'm starting to think that might just be a really easy way to fly off the treadmill," she said.

"And me without a camera," Cal noted.

"You wouldn't be allowed to laugh, either," she warned. Though she actually didn't look to be in any danger of falling off anyway.

"Not allowed?" Cal asked, as if truly affronted by Jaina's presumptuousness. "And what if I couldn't help it? I promise, I'd ask if you were alright once I was done."

People did not laugh at goddesses falling off stuff and embarrassing themselves. Nevermind that goddesses didn't fall off treadmills. "Nope, not allowed, period. I'd probably have to have someone escort you from the premesis."

"Oh, what, like who? Your boyfriend?"

The jeer didn't have as much snark in it as it usually might have, if only because Cal didn't have the foresight to realize that mentioning John at all would make him shudder in revulsion for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

"He'd do it, I bet," she said. Also, it was sort of his job, in a fake jobbish kind of way.

"You'd have to get him," Cal pointed out, not at all doubting that John could. Practically anyone could physically remove Cal from anywhere, thanks to that whole walking-stick physique. "And I'd leave and be gone by the time you got back. So I'll have had my laugh, and remain unmolested."

"You think I'd have to go anywhere to get him?" she smirked. "I'm much more efficient than that." Yay Jedi cell phone.

Cal considered this carefully.

"...It'd be worth it," he decided. "You could march a million Mongols in here to take me and tear me apart limb by limb, and it'd still be worth it just to have seen you fall on your ass off a treadmill."

Jaina tried to hide the smile, considering they were talking about her. "I can't argue with that," she admitted though.

Cal nodded, glad they'd reached an agreement, although he wasn't exactly sure what was being agreed to.

After a few more reps, though, he found himself suggesting, "Going a little slow there. Maybe you should speed it up a bit."

Which was not at all to up the likelihood of slipping, really.

"Maybe after I get my reports read," she replied, making mental note that she was never bringing her work down here again if she didn't know Cal was elsewhere.

"Come on! Be daring, be adventurous! Take a chance! You're not saying you can't do it, are you?"

"I know what you're trying to do, Cal. I'm not making myself fall off." And if she did, maybe it wouldn't be wrong to wipe that little memory away. Oops, was that bad to think?

"Don't make me go outside and get a stick to throw in your path."

"Don't make me take my work upstairs."

And lose his work-out eye candy and conversation?

Cal's expression went innocent and apologetic. "I'm sorry; I'll stop."

"Thought you'd see it my way," Jaina said, not without a small measure of smugness.

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