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Rosalind Lutece

Professor of physics at Recolle University.

"Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood."

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You began this, Baren. Don't fuss at me.

[A beat, and there's a hint of a smile in her expression as she adds:]

If I tell you I'm fond of you again, are you going to scream?

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Can you stop saying that?!

[so that answers that.

Baren's been at the hospital plenty of times before though - enough that the nurses recognize him and just make a shushing noise in his direction, to which he winces. Ugh. Ugh.]

I don't think I've ever seen you so flustered.

[She observes it quietly, amused and surprised all at once.]

What kind of answer did you expect?

[Don't ask him these questions, it's bad enough when Fawkes psychoanalyzes him. He makes an irritated motion to run his hand through his hair, the decorative bells in his ponytail jingling as he does.]

You can't really expect me to answer that - it's not like I can tell what you think.

But you clearly expected something else.

[She leans her hips back against the elevator wall as they enter.]

Assuming that people like you is pretty vain.

[that said

baren is pretty vain

just not in this regard apparently]

Assuming, yes. Concluding based on nearly six months worth of evidence, however, no, isn't vain at all.

[ . . . . ? Evidence?

There's a moment where it seems to cross his face that he's sincerely perplexed - and then he shakes his head as the elevator doors open for them.]

I just don't think too hard about my relationships, Prof.

[thAT'S A LIE]

Then don't fuss when I tell you I enjoy your company.

[Crisply said, as slender fingers select their floor.]

And don't snap at me in such a tone again. I shan't be so forgiving next time.

.... you really get into the professor thing, huh.

[they're not in a classroom??? but regardless he's just going to wave a hand. doooown they go to get some hospital cafeteria food]

Then quit saying that and we'll be even.

It's a fairly natural aspect of my personality. You should have met me when I was your age.

[There's a very petty part of her that wants to blurt out I'm fond of you, just because he'd told her not to, but she resists. One can't be childish, after all.

The smells of the cafeteria hit them as soon as they exit the elevator, and despite herself, Rosalind pulls a face.]

Charming. Let's see what we can find.

Look at it this way - if we can't taste shit, it's all at the same level of bland. Otherwise I would've told you sometimes the pasta's decent.

[he's... been here a couple times....]

Which will save us money, if nothing else; we might as well go for the best combination of cheap and healthy.

[She waits for a little bit, then adds:]

You've come here so often?

[Baren will agree with that - off to the line they go! mmmm yes hospital cafeteria food. at least they can't serve them anything purposefully disgusting and unhealthy?? that'd kind of go against the point, right.]

Enough.

[ . . . . okay, he knows that's a conversation ender. he'll just keep giving her answers without giving her the full story]

I know a lot of reckless idiots.

[You fool. You absolute fool. As if she won't pry and poke at the slightest invitation.]

Any mutual acquaintances?

[HE CAN TRY.]

Foxy, obviously. Chuu, too.

[there might be others??? but baren's not in the habit of revealing who he knows if he doesn't have to]

How'd that experiment go by the way?

Rather disgustingly. We got drunk, but it's quite disarming to not have any taste. It certainly throws off your perception of how much you've had to drink, but I suppose there are worse fates than getting drunk in front of a bartender.

Are you telling me the bartender didn't get drunk in front of you first?

[chuu's a lightweight????]

Much as I'm loath to admit it, Baren, I'm not built to drink heavily. It doesn't take much.

Okay but have you seen Chuu—

[Just gonna let his hand hover in the air with a vague estimate of Chuuya's height - probably even cutting off a few inches because Baren's a dick.]

You could take 'im, Prof. I'll hold your hair back if it goes sour.

I'm flattered, but my days of drinking competitions-- or at least, the ones in public-- are long since past.

[ . . . ]

But not in public's free game?

Perhaps.

[She's already drank Noctis under the table, what's another young man.]

I suppose it depends on what you had in mind.

You like wine. Chuu likes wine. I like watching Chuu get stupid drunk in record time.

[and a snap of his fingers]

Add Foxy, make it a party!

I'm not getting drunk with three twenty-odd year olds.

[One of whom is her boyfriend. It's complicated.]

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