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Rosalind Lutece

Doctor of physics, professor at Recollé University.

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

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

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.

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?

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.

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

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.

Ah...

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

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

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?

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.

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.

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