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The less said about yesterday, the better. Her headache—how was she to explain that in her next report?—was grateful that she was avoiding thoughts of it. Temporarily. It was bad form to avoid things for long.

Rosalind knew that which was why, she sat herself by a campfire. Back straight, in her uniform, and trying her best not to feel as... severely out of place as she felt. This was not how she preferred to be seen. She was aware of the fact that she had to look ridiculous in her suit (too hot, too stiff, too formal) and sitting by an unlit campfire with a contemplative look on her face as evening slowly fell.

And a bag of marshmallows by her side. They weren't something she was particularly fond of but a few were alright and Rosalind was well aware that other students seemed to flock to them. Perhaps she'd use them as a bribe to get someone else to light the fire? Though she thought that might be ridiculous. It was hot enough without adding extra heat.

Even if it looked rather, well, pretty when it was burning. Mmm. Decisions, decisions.

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"I like the sky."

Which was an honest enough answer.

"And fresh air is well enough after days spent in cabins."

"It's hot." Well, it wasn't that hot but he wanted to complain. Still had that mood going on. "What's with the uniform?"

"What's wrong with it?" Rosalind enquired archly. "Do I not match up to your concept of fashion?"

"Not what I said." He made a face and shook his head. "I just don't think you're on duty. Why you wearing it?"

"A number of us wear the uniform all the time," she said. "Where I come from. It's habit."

And a million other things all tied up in it. Pride. Stubbornness. Loyalty.

"Is it the only clothes you have?" Alex asked, smirking. "That'd be funny."

"I have other clothing," she sniffed. "My closet is stocked well enough. So sorry to deprive you of amusement."

"Do you ever wear any of that other clothing?" Alex wondered.

"On occasion," she conceded. "But I am more comfortable in this."

"So, what's an occasion that would get you out of that uniform?" Alex wondered. "And I don't mean that as some half assed pick up line."

She was amused, really, by that.

"There's not always an occasion," Rosalind replied. "But I doubt that will satisfy you?"

"Shouldn't make assumptions," Alex replied, shrugging. "It might satisfy me. You don't know me well enough to really judge."

"It was a question," she pointed out. "Hardly an assumption."

"Mm. Sounded like an assumption," Alex said and shrugged. He wasn't going to apologize. "You worn anything but your uniform since you got here?"

"I don't sleep in it." That was almost a laugh lurking around the edges of her voice. "And I do not always wear it when I jog in the morning."

Which was slowly becoming more of an actual run and less of a quick walk again.

"So, what do you sleep in?" he asked, smirking and trying not to laugh at the question. "It's one step up from the 'what are you wearing?' question so I think I'm good there."

Rosalind actually snickered at that.

"You don't need to know that," she replied loftily. "Unless, of course, you feel free to share the same information about yourself."

And she would just refuse to think too hard about it.

"Depends on the day," Alex said, not at all ashamed to share that. "Boxers most of the time. I do have some courtesy with roommates and cabinmates around. If I've gone to bed with someone, probably naked."

She just shook her head, somehow unsurprised.

"I doubt most people dress themselves after bedding someone," she said mildly. "And I wear silk or satin to sleep in, for the most part."

"High class," he complimented, nodding. "All shapes and colors, I'd guess?"

"Nothing black," she said, glancing at her uniform. "But other than that--yes."

Rosalind liked her sleepwear.

"Nothing black?" he repeated. "Really? I would have thought you'd have gone for the black since you'd blend into the darkness easier."

She shook her head.

"What I sleep in is for pleasure," Rosalind pointed out. "Black is for work."

"Pleasure in bed," Alex said, half teasing. "What a novel concept. Let's hope you're not meaning reading a long book or some crap like that."

She had, actually.

"There's nothing wrong with a good book."

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