Dorm Front Lawn, Sunday Afternoon

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It was a lovely day today. Exactly the sort of day to spread a blanket out on the lawn, wear sunglasses, read a book and enjoy the sunshine.

Elsa -- usually an ice princess, but temporarily a polar bear cub -- was scampering around on the lawn, making the most adorable honk-growling noises. There was a very localized sort of storm around the cub: the lawn was frosting over under Elsa's feet. Little snowflakes danced in the air; Elsa was striving valiantly to catch them on her tongue.

It was incredibly cute. In fact, Eleanor was too busy watching to get very far in her book.

If anyone asked about the implausible snow, Eleanor would claim there was some Fandom-ish weather strangeness going on. Hopefully, they'd be too distracted by the adorableness to question that.

(SO VERY OPEN.)

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"So it's ... more of a portable computer-thing that also makes phone calls than a proper phone," Eleanor said, slowly. "At least, in design and usage. How expensive are they?"

Because she was tempted. Being able to read without carrying a book around with her ... use the internet for research without finding a computer lab ... making phone calls from her job?

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Joker shrugged. "Probably somewhere between 'not very' and 'a lot', depending on what phone you want and the deal you get. However expensive they are, they're worth it. Trust me on that. I can front you some cash if you don't have enough?"

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"Wouldn't that be weird?" Eleanor asked. "Oh, and I meant to tell you that I'm cancelling our date tonight. My apologies. I hope you understand why."

Bear-sitting didn't make for good make-outs.

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"Okay, so A), no, it wouldn't be weird. I loan you money, you pay it back whenever you can. People do that. It's a thing. And B), why cancel the date? We're not leaving the island, so the restaurant has to be used to having animals every now and then, right?"

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"I have money," Eleanor said, awkwardly. "I was going to use it to buy myself summer clothes. It seems childish to burn all of that and then borrow more from you."

For the rest, she flushed and dipped her head. "It's not the restaurant that would be difficult," she said. "I suppose we could have dinner, but a very ... chaste, bowlderized sort of date."

No going to his room to kiss for a couple straight hours.

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"'Bowlderized'?" Joker asked. Because somehow that was the important part. "Sure, yeah, I mean, no going at it in front of the young 'un -- that'd just be weird. I will still my eager heart and wait patiently for less bear-ful times. ...And, seriously, you need clothes and you need a phone. Let me help out where I can. It's no big."

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"You've never heard of Thomas Bowdler?" Eleanor asked. "He republished works in what he considered to be a more appropriate manner. He omitted anything improper in case women and children were reading."

Clearly, the man considered the two to be synonymous.

"I feel odd being indebted to you," she added. "I have earned money but it slips away from me just as quickly."

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"Sounds like a copyright infringement suit waiting to happen," Joker commented. "And also a douche. But, yes, a bowdlerized evening sounds wonderful."

He gave her a shrug. "Money always slips away. That's why people are so obsessed with getting more of it. My dad's giving me a pretty generous allowance -- let me do something with it, 'kay?"