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Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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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"Got that. Thanks," Karla said, still choking a bit. She held her cup out for a refill while trying to stifle a cough. "...Please," she croaked.

This was like the cayenne on Ronan's ice cream, but without the ice cream to take some of the burn away.

Without the Ronan too, sadly.

Dinah handed her one quickly, then said, "It's better if you eat noodles first, to dull the burn. Water or a drink can spread the spice around a bit more." She cocked her head. "Remind me not to feed you jalapenos, that wouldn't end well."

Karla took the advice, gobbling down several forkfuls of noodles. "I don't know what those are, but I already hate them," she told Dinah when speaking was possible again. "Glacia's pretty northern. We don't have many plants designed purely to cause pain when eaten."

She took a few long sips of her drink. "To answer your question from before I nearly killed myself, I'll be ready-ready. Assuming this plague ends by then. I'd recovered from...everything else...by last Sunday. Now it's just...this." She sighed, and carefully began removing all of the peppers from the remains of her meal.

"One word: pickleberries." Dinah grinned. "Even if it wasn't on purpose." She took a mushroom out of the stir fry and nibbled on it, then said, "We can always skip, if we're not, you know. Geoffrey won't want to see us if he's all fired up either. Classes were bad enough last week."

Karla snickered. "I was hoping you weren't going to think of that," she admitteded. "Mother Night, classes. At least I didn't run out of any. Though it was close, a few times, in the salle with Leto."

Dinah smacked herself in the forehead. "I knew I forgot something. That went okay?" she asked, semi-anxious, but assuming it had. "You actually learned stuff too?"

"Oh, it went fine," Karla assured Dinah. "He told me I was holding my weapon improperly and showed me a few drills. He was a true Prince--I was the idiot who kept practically throwing myself at him." She frowned a little, feminine pride stinging. "I don't think he finds me attractive."

Dinah gave her a look. "It's Leto. He was probably just worried you weren't yourself." She paused. "And despite his rep, he does take no for an answer."

"No, no. He was like that even before the salle. He's been this way towards me since the first time we talked in class, I think." She waved in unconcern. "I'm not being pouty. This desire to be considered pretty will hopefully fade with everything else. It's also new. I mean...I wore my Widow's Weeds the other day." She rolled her eyes at her own vanity. "I'm good with being a witch, I don't need to be pretty. You can be pretty enough for both of us," she said in complete earnestness.

"And I don't doubt Leto. There is much in him that reminds me of a Kaeleer male. I call him 'Prince' sometimes, because of it. He gets confused because he has no idea why I do." She grinned a but naughtily at that.

Dinah facepalmed at that, not even sure which thing to address first. Maybe the simplest one?

"Okay, first? Thank you. And you are pretty too. Just for the record." Dinah bit her lip, then sighed. "Second. I might have said something to him, before you guys talked-- Leto gets, um. Touchy. Space-invading. Flirty. Some people find it unnerving. I might have told him to ease up on that, if he met you, until he got to know you better, because it was that week, and well..."

"Oh, you're welco--" The rest of Dinah's response sank in. "Wait...you told him about that?! About me and Craft and...?!"

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees, and no, it wasn't (just) from Karla's tone. The fork she held became spiderwebbed with frost.

"Whoa, no!" And it's a tribute to Dinah's inherent inability to believe people will hurt her that she reached toward Karla, then sent, even though she couldn't hear Karla herself: No! I wouldn't give that away! After how upset you were? I just told him you wouldn't like it, and were sensitive about that stuff. I didn't mention your period, or anything about those guys back in Kaeleer. He took my word for it, I guess, without any details. Aloud she said, "That stir fry is not meant to be frozen, 'kay?"

Karla kind of sank down in her chair a bit, waves of relief rushing through her. "Oh, Mother Night...thank the Darkness." She pried her fingers off the fork, wincing, then stood up on shaky legs. "I'm sorry, Dinah. I shouldn't have...but you said, and I thought...and I was scared! And sad, because I didn't think you'd've ever...which, clearly I should have remembered, because obviously...I'm sorry." Complete sentences are for smarter people. She went to give Dinah a hug.

"I should have been clearer," Dinah said, returning the hug hard, and sending very softly, It's okay. This is why I talked to him. I didn't want you upset, or him hurt. That's it. That's all. And then, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I should have."

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"Oh, that?" Karla would have waved that away, but she was too busy hugging Dinah and sending waves of remorse and apologies. "That's fine. In fact, that's incredibly sweet. It shows how much you care for both of us. And that you're very thoughtful--I don't know if I would have thought to warn a male about meeting me, if I weren't me but I knew me."

So complete sentences were back, just not coherence.

The emotions over the link changed to gratitude and warm friendship. *You are an amazingly good person, Dinah Lance.*

The verbal incoherence got a small giggle, and the internal statement got another squeeze, and the same warmth back. "I just figured, that's all." And of course, Barbara had talked about this with her, a long, long time ago. Crime victims, and how to handle them, and what to do, and what not; and how long it took them to get over it. Helena's rescue of her was never that far away either, sometimes. Encountering the Crawler's victims had only reinforced what she'd learned.

Thanks? And you're welcome? And I'm glad it worked and Leto didn't cross any lines with you, when you weren't used to him.

*None, whatsoever, even when I kind of wanted him to. So thank you. I am glad I got to know him without deciding he needed a good gutting four sentences in.* "Almost makes me forgive you for the death by pepper, earlier," Karla said aloud, giving Dinah a wide grin

Dinah let go of her, and snickered, looking as innocent as she could, which was helped by not having a guilty conscience. Just thinking the pepper-effect was funny. "Well, I'll live with your grudge. And be careful of what you try to feed me."

"That's it," Karla muttered, more than loud enough for Dinah to hear. "You're getting pickleberry bushes for Windsol."

"Pepper-plants. Pepper-pots. Pepper vodka!" Dinah whispered back, sticking out her tongue.

"You know, if you hated me and didn't want to be my friend, you could just say so," Karla sulked. Then giggled and stuck out her tongue, too.

Then just as quickly pulled it back in. Bad thoughts! Bad!

Dinah totally failed to notice, giggling as she was, but she did still feel the energy zinging around the room, so moved a step a way, shaking her head at herself. Too many hormones, noes!

"But then I'd have to find someone else to torment," she reasoned aloud. "And that's hard work. Naaaah."

"Glad to see I'm kept around so you can still be lazy and torture someone. I can feel my self-worth rising with every passing moment," she said, laughing. Then used Craft to toss a handful of popcorn at Dinah's head.

[Must to bed. Night!]

Which Dinah batted back with fingers and telekinesis, laughing.

[niiight!]

Karla caught one in her mouth, batted several back at Dinah, and barely dodged the rest. "Popcorn is too tasty to waste," she informed Dinah primly.

"...And it's not wasting when I do it," she forestalled Dinah's inevitable argument.

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