The Gym, Sunday afternoon

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All the chat and all the information at Cop Con had Dinah feeling the need to process. Time for some weights and work on the bag.

A little revolution, and Dinah was pounding on the bag like it, oh, say, told her about her alternate universe future self and freaked her out.

Just a little.

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Great. Now Dinah had images again. Bad, bad... fun images.

"Um. No? No, that's true," she said, turning a little pink. "Amber said she'd help me practice kissing a girl, if it turns out Catherine's a girl. Although I hope it's a guy. I just don't think anyone's going to buy me as a guy if I'm standing next to a girl, kissing a girl, dressed up as a guy. I don't think I'm that good an actor, you know?"

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"Believe me," Cal muttered, "it's probably not as hard as you think."

Personal experience in everything talking here. Cal sighed a little, shaking his head. "Tennant wouldn't have put you there if he didn't think you could do it. That much I do know. And...well...I mean it. We'll practice together. I'll teach you some tricks about how males carry themselves and things like that." He'd certainly studied them enough himself. "It'll be easy."

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Dinah had the urge to hug Cal for that, but had no idea how he'd take it. She settled for looking down at her feet and rocking on her toes. "Thanks. I mean it." She forced herself to look up, and grinned brightly at him. "Still conquering your country, though."

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"Psh," Cal scoffed. "Yeah, right. Bring it on. Vive la France, or whatever."

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"For God, Harry, and Saint George!" Dinah caroled, punching the air.