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[originallutece]

Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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[originallutece]

How do you feel about fish and chips?

[And that's the signal for them to relax fully, it seems, because Rosalind settles back against the chair.]

[roseblooms]

Ah. Comfort food? I'm all for it.

[He says, as the thought brings a faint smile to his face.]

[originallutece]

Mm, and one of my favorite kinds, too. Victoria and I used to get them after midterms. It seems only right to follow the theme you set the other week.

[roseblooms]

Very well, then. In the interest of pursuing your favorites, we'll attempt to succeed at fish and chips this weekend.

...You have a lot of fond memories of Victoria, don't you?

[originallutece]

Yes.

[She smiles faintly.]

In truth, I think we worked because we were so different. I was a stark contrast to her typical friends, and she was . . . vivid. Very vivid.

[roseblooms]

Vivid in a way that lent color to your life, perhaps?

[originallutece]

And ensured I didn't spend all of my college years hiding in the library, yes. I wouldn't have gone out at all had it not been for her. As it is, I can now proudly boast I've gone to a club all of three times.

[roseblooms]

Ah...

[He glances to the side, chewing the corner of his lip.]

Well, then. I've got you beat in that respect, it seems.

[originallutece]

Really? I admit, I can't see you as the dancing type, but it's not as if I'm particularly privy to your social life.

[Or at least, she hadn't been. Nowadays it seems as if she's a part of it, one way or another.]

You enjoy it, then? Or is it more that your friends drag you along?

[roseblooms]

Ah — no, I like it. The high school prom was rather an extension of that, I think. I like the noise and the energy of a crowd, and the opportunity to simply lose myself for a little while.

[He pauses a moment.]

Admittedly there's a loneliness about it, too. Sometimes a crowd is nothing so much as it is...isolating. But sometimes it's a wellspring of energy, and you can make yourself a conduit for that.

[originallutece]

You make it sound poetic. Certainly more cathartic than my experiences.

[You should show me sometime, she doesn't say, though the words are on the tip of her tongue.]

I'll leave more of your Friday nights open, in that case.