After Justin has been fed, while there's still coffee and morning sunshine in the kitchen, Ari turns up, clattering the door when she swings it open.
She stops in the doorway and stares quietly at Justin for a moment before she smiles and says, "I knew where Grant was you couldn't be far behind. Is there coffee left?"
"Should be." Justin watches her carefully, the traces of adolescent gawkiness in her movements, and keeps his hands folded around his own cup. It's surreally like any other morning. "How are you?"
"Oh, good," Ari says cheerfully, fixing herself a mug, "I'm forbidden general consumption food - there are a lot of would be mad scientists about, and they don't follow ethics rules."
She's a bit nervous. She hasn’t seen Grant and Justin in months, from her perspective, and while she knows that’s not how it’s been for them, it’s hard to suppress the impulse to turn the charm up as far as she can manage without making them skittish in order to win them back over.
Ari walks over to the table and pulls out a chair for herself slowly, trying to calm the hormone surges. “I think Catlin’ll concede you’re not all that likely to turn me into a mutated gerbil.”
She flexes her hands around her mug, spreading her fingers wide and pulling them back in. “I missed you,” she says, and looks up at Justin.
He meets her eyes, and smiles, deliberately. Calm. Restrained but friendly. "I can't really say the same, since I just saw you yesterday. But I appreciate the sentiment. Do you know what this is about?"
"I know, Grant told me yesterday," she says and smiles back.
She shifts, sitting up a little straighter and squaring her shoulders. “I’m not sure. I kind of thought it might be some sort of selective breeding experiment. And then I thought it might be a highly unethical way to test stress patterns. There’s no way of testing my ideas, though, and that’s presuming it’s a designed system.”
She stops in the doorway and stares quietly at Justin for a moment before she smiles and says, "I knew where Grant was you couldn't be far behind. Is there coffee left?"
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She pauses and stares mournfully at the pot. "Please tell me Grant made this."
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She's a bit nervous. She hasn’t seen Grant and Justin in months, from her perspective, and while she knows that’s not how it’s been for them, it’s hard to suppress the impulse to turn the charm up as far as she can manage without making them skittish in order to win them back over.
Ari walks over to the table and pulls out a chair for herself slowly, trying to calm the hormone surges. “I think Catlin’ll concede you’re not all that likely to turn me into a mutated gerbil.”
She flexes her hands around her mug, spreading her fingers wide and pulling them back in. “I missed you,” she says, and looks up at Justin.
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She shifts, sitting up a little straighter and squaring her shoulders. “I’m not sure. I kind of thought it might be some sort of selective breeding experiment. And then I thought it might be a highly unethical way to test stress patterns. There’s no way of testing my ideas, though, and that’s presuming it’s a designed system.”
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