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The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

Karla looked around and nodded in satisfaction. There was a big glittery banner that said "CONGRATULATIONS TAHIRI!" hung over one wall. She wasn't going to admit it, but playing the glue and glitter and paint had been a lot of fun. Though, with the residual glitter in her hair (and the occasional glittery hand print on the banner), someone might be able to tell.

There was one table completely devoted to ice cream (and wrapped in cold spells). The centerpiece was, of course, a giant ice cream cake with a frosted lightsaber on it. Karla couldn't make any guesses about how accurate it was, but there was a greyish hilt and a ~~I was tempted to say red~~ blue beam coming from the front. It was enough to get the point across, dammit. She'd had to explain to the Chilly Boulder guy what she meant by lightsaber anyway. Though he immediately knew who Ben and Tahiri were. The table wasn't entirely covered by ice cream, as Dinah had mentioned bringing some, too.

It's possible that there may be an ice cream shortage at Chilly Boulder tonight. Sorry.

In the kitchen, there was even more food; this time covered in warming spells. Mostly there were pizzas with a variety of toppings, but she'd also gotten some sides from most of the other restaurants in town. Someone wanted to have pizza with a side of lobster bisque and quesadillas? Totally not a problem. There were also a variety of drinks and, stashed away in the fridge, a few steaks and a chicken--raw, of course--for Blind Seer.

As far as she could tell, everything was done. And if not...well, they could cope. Now the only thing to do was wait for the guests to arrive.

...and try not to cut into the cake before they arrived. It did look good.

[For those invited, please! Up early for great SP justice! Hopefully I will be able to respond to pings, but making no promises. I am very susceptible to Quil, of both the Day and Night varieties. But I had to get this up. OCD~~on its way~~ up!]

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Dinah relaxed at that, smile brightening. Because who knew? It might work, right? "Cool. How's the emotion thing going, by the way?"

"Slowly," Raven said, "which is for the best. Professor Maximus is helping me learn the differences between similar emotions, and I spoke to Lady Aphrodite last week about love." Now the blushing wasn't so much "faint" as "obvious."

"Professor Maximus's teaching is going okay? You're not worried about being around him now?"

Raven probably got an answering blush back, as Dinah remembered her last visit to Aphrodite with Cal. "Yeah, she's great like that." She tried not to facepalm, then said, "Even if she likes to tease."

"I cannot deny that he reminds me of what happened with his other self," Raven said, "but I try not to think about that. And I felt how truly upset he was to learn that he had damaged me, even though it was not truly himself. I do not fear him here." Much.

"Lady Aphrodite was very helpful," Raven said, ducking her head. "I had wanted to ask her how it was possible that some people could separate the feeling of love from the act of love, and why others did not."

"I suppose in a way it's a little easier for you," Dinah thought aloud. "Because you can feel the difference between him and the Other Him. So once you check, you know you're not in trouble. I'm glad he wanted to help."

Dinah laughed ruefully, then sighed. "If you ever figure it out, or why, can you let me know?" She paused, then added, "Well, I sorta know. I just... wish it wasn't so confusing." She looked at Raven thoughtfully. "What've you come up with?"

"She did not have a definitive answer, other than it's just a difference between people," Raven admitted. "And that it is best to just take things slowly to find out if you are truly compatible with the other person. If I ever were to be in a relationship with someone, I would not want to confuse feelings again."

"Makes sense." Dinah grimaced. If only she had some idea of what she was feeling these days. "Patience. I so suck at that. But yeah."

"It is not a virtue that I possess in great quantities, either," Raven said ruefully. "But I never had to worry about such confusing situations when I was still at home."

"Confusing situations can be fun, at least?" Dinah offered. Then, thinking of her talk with Cal, "Or just really, deadly embarrassing." And that wave of embarrassment had to be nearly tangible. "I almost get why people used to like more rules for dating. People who aren't patient and are kind of clueless need rules."

"I do not handle embarrassment well," Raven said. She had to strengthen her shields to prevent Dinah's from affecting her. "I find it particularly unsettling. Rules would be very helpful for knowing how to act and what to expect from others. I do not have any idea how dating works or how to go about it. If I wanted to do such a thing." Which she did. Maybe.

"Really?" Dinah's embarrassment gave way to surprise, then mild chagrin, and a smile. "There's not a lot. Well, for here. Someone asks someone else out to something fun. Like, oh. A movie, or lunch. Dinner. Whoever asks at least needs to offer to pay. And you hang out and talk, just two people. And..." Dinah paused. "And you keep doing that, I guess, until you're sure you don't want to date or kiss anyone else."

"But how do you know if it is a 'date' or just spending time together as friends?" Raven wondered. "That is what I do not understand, and I do not wish to make any assumptions. Doing that in the past was a mistake."

"Mostly it's if you plan it in advance. And you do something you wouldn't usually do." Dinah frowned. "Mostly. But." She made a face. "You're not wrong, I mean. If it's a dance? Or going out to Cafe Fina? Almost definitely a date, if you're the only ones there. If it's anything else... you could ask, I guess?" She paused. "Although I don't like doing that either. I end up feeling stupid if I'm wrong."

Raven nodded thoughtfully. "If someone ever asked me something like that, then I would have to ask to be certain," she said. "I suspect I may have difficulties with my pride, and I do not want to humiliate myself as I did with Chuck."

Dinah winced. "Honestly? I think, really... there's stupid rules, like you're not supposed to have sex before the third date. But I think it's mostly..." Dinah blushed harder, and then looked at Raven, voice quieter. "That they'd say they loved you, before it ever got that far. If they can't say it, or won't, it probably isn't." She rolled her eyes. "But I could be wrong about that too."

"Even then, words can be lies," Raven said softly. "I might be able to use my own gifts to determine the truth, but then I run the risk of misinterpreting what I sense." Thank you, Chuck and vamp!Max, for making her doubt her powers. She shook her head. "Perhaps it might be best to not attempt such a thing until I have spent much more time learning." Like years.

"Maybe, at least, some. Yeah." Dinah made a face. "It's not like I can give that much better advice. I mean, I want to!" She laughed. "But." She shrugged. "I don't know what I'm doing either."

"Is there someone you are seeing?" Raven asked curiously.

"Not... maybe?" Dinah turned pink. Jak, maybe? Would it count? It was only lunch, a couple times, but he was really cool, and they got along great... Jaime had a girlfriend, and Cal was... well, what was Cal? "I don't want to say anything out loud or I'm sure it'll jinx it and the guy I'm thinking of will go and date someone else."

"I understand," Raven said. "But I hope it works out well for you, whomever it is you might have in mind."

"Thanks," Dinah said gratefully. "And I hope you find someone you can hang out with and have fun with with soon." She sighed. "And if I figure anything out, I'll let you know."

"Can we require boys to wear signs that speak of their intentions?" Raven said with a sigh of her own.

"Buttons," Dinah said, inspired. "'Single, looking.' 'Taken, but open to offers.' 'Playing the field, grab some net.' 'Committed and committable.'"

"How about a simple 'I like you'?" Raven said wistfully. "That would make things so much easier."

"Wouldn't it?" Because it had been like pulling teeth to just about get that out of Cal, and she still wasn't sure what it meant.

"Until then, we have ice cream, I guess. Boys should be simpler than this, for crying out loud! ~~Pays Jack O'Neill royalties~~

The 6th Floor, Friday Evening

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