Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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Tony put the DVD for the Roman Polanski version of The Scottish Play into the player and went to make popcorn while the FBI warning came up on the screen. He plopped down on the couch with his popcorn and pop and waited for a few people to arrive before starting the movie itself.

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"I can imagine, yeah," George said. He stirred the stirfry a little more. "Want to start the noodles?" he asked. "I'm going to finish seasoning this." A little more sesame oil, a bit of coriander, a tiny bit of clove.

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Dinah nodded and filled the pot of water, then poured the noodles in, still nibbling on a carrot. "So you're fine, I guess." How was he managing that? Or was he just really good at hiding it?

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The difference, really, is that George is used to having his hormones ramped up artificially, and the scent of the aphrodisiac itself was covering up the scent of the increased hormones around him. "I guess so, yeah?" he said. Not that he actually was. "Haven't noticed anything different."

He stepped over a bit, his hand brushing against Dinah's.

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Preoccupied and mildly embarrassed as she was, Dinah wasn't paying attention; so she didn't have her shields up as high as she should have, and had completely forgotten that she hadn't told George about that particular aspect of her abilities.

And saw....

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A shack, abandoned in the middle of the preserve. A full moon rising over the trees; pain, wracking his body.

Everything brighter, sharper. Scents stronger -- a whiff of citrus, mandarin lime, from her hair. His eyesight blurring behind his glasses, clearing up as he takes them off.

George shook his hand out. "Bit of static there," he apologised. "Sorry."

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Well, that was a cold-water bath. Owwwww! Dinah took two steps back, hoped that she was controlling the expression on her face, and said, "No, sorry, my fault." What the heck was that? She closed her eyes, rubbing at the bridge of her nose, and realizing she'd never told George about the touch-telepathy. Not a good time to start, either, with, What was that in your brain with your bones breaking and muscles tearing and all your senses on hyper-hyper-alert?

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George just smiled at her. Something seemed... settled in him, now, in a way things hadn't been the rest of the week -- the rest of the day, even -- and he flushed softly. "Everything all right?" he asked, giving the stirfry another stir.

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"Uh-hunh," Dinah said immediately, smiling back. Not too fake, then admitted enough for, "Headache for a second there. Maybe the spices just got to me." She leaned against the counter, and snuck a pepper out of the stir-fry. "This is fun." And it was.

The little flash, though, was enough to remind her why no matter what her body wanted, doing anything else was not on the agenda any time soon. She didn't know George nearly well enough for that. She'd been lucky this week, that she hadn't gotten any horrible or awful memories off lust-crazy people. Simon's little flash had actually been nice, but it had still been mortifying and startling at the time.

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"It is," George agreed, grinning. "Aaaand.... I think this is done. The noodles?"

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"Noodles!" Dinah grabbed the pot and poured them into the colander in the sink, then came over to dump them in the stir-fry, leaning close again for a second. But very very careful not to touch.