Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

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Ender didn't get out much, and for the most part, he preferred life that way.

But he could only spend so much time holed up with the droid and his work without Valentine's voice prodding at him; and while that was rarely enough to actually move him to do something-- listening to an imagined voice was a little silly-- he felt like humouring it today.

So Ender made himself some tea, and sat down. He even turned on the television, seeking out a documentary on extreme engineering that looked interesting.

He blamed Stark.

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Triela eyed him in silence for a long moment.

"Made one too many, huh?" It was a guess, but not one without basis.

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"A couple," Ender said, "And no plans at all. It doesn't matter, anyway. I'll be in school until I'm eighteen."

Or until he decided it was enough and he found a way out of here.

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"Or until you decide you're done," Triela suggested. Somehow she suspected that Ender made his own decisions on that sort of thing. Even if other people thought they did.

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"I could always run away to a convent."

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"Yeah," Triela snorted. "You'd look great in a habit."

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"Don't you know it," he said, in the easy tone of practiced banter, and sat back.

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"Almost as good as me, probably."

Triela was pretty sure she'd look terrible in a habit.