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2nd Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

Rosalind had entertained the notion of going and visiting Jono at work today, truly she had. She had even made it outside and begun the pleasant walk to town when the bears had started offering her drinks.

… That would be why Rosalind was back in the common room, idly rereading a few reports she was going to revise before sending off to Tseng. The TV played quietly in the background--on a news station, of course--and she considered that to be well enough of an effort to be relaxing.

(Rosalind was special that way.)

This month, Rosalind had decided, was quite weird enough without willingly subjecting herself to more of it. The reports made more sense and were infinitely preferable.

At least, for today.

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"You know, I am fairly intelligent so there are things I could do that aren't dumb caveman things," he replied, making a face. "I have books."

"Without pictures?" she teased, a faint smile playing around her lips.

"Don't make me throw my water bottle at you," Alex mock threatened. "The only thing with pictures that I have is the porn under my bed."

"If you throw something at me," she informed him, "you'll not get it back."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "That's not a great way to not get me to throw something at you. It's not like I want this plastic water bottle or something."

Rosalind paused in her reading for a moment.

"I could," she noted, "throw something back."

And hard.

"I could dodge it." He was pretty quick when he wanted to be.

"That's juvenile even for you," Rosalind chided.

"What? Are you kidding?" Alex asked, amused. "Dodging a projectile thrown at me is juvenile? I should just take it like a man?"

"No," she replied, eyes wandering back to her report. "Your conversational gambit would have led to things being thrown about and that is juvenile."

"Well, you'd be the one retaliating so wouldn't you join me in the juvenile corner?" Alex wondered.

"Hence the fact that I have derailed the gambit."

Because Rosalind hadn't felt like playing that.

"If you retaliated, you wouldn't be derailing anything," Alex said, shaking his head, "because I'd find something bigger to throw back at you."

"Because it's all about size for men," she sighed, shaking her head slowly.

Tsk tsk!

"Ooh, innuendo," Alex said, surprised. "Is someone sexually frustrated?"

Rosalind rolled her eyes. "It was an idle comment."

"Suuuure," Alex said, tilting his head. "You made a remark about size and I wasn't even thinking dirtily. Sure it was idle."

"And yet you chose to take my comment dirtily."

So there.

"Are you surprised?" Alex snorted and pointed to himself. "We have met before, haven't we?"

"And by your insistence about my comment," Rosalind mused, "I must wonder if you've met me."

"I have but there's always more to learn," Alex said, smirking. "So, tell me something about you that I don't know."

Rosalind tilted her head, obviously considering whether or not to answer, before:

"I can cook."

"Oh yeah?" Alex asked, a little surprised. "What's your favorite thing to cook?"

"Meals," she said, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "Nothing overly extravagant."

They hadn't had the money for that but Rosalind had been feeding her family for quite a few years.

"Yeah, meals I got. I more meant like spaghetti? Chicken?" he asked, curious. "I can manage grilled cheese and that's about it."

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