be discreet

[msmage]

It's not much later, in Isabella's room, that she asks:

"So... is Alex really a dom?"

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[alicornucopia]

"Hi."

[mrmage]

"How was your day?"

[alicornucopia]

"It was okay. You?"

[mrmage]

"Pretty good! Had pre-calc and econ, very mathematical day," he grins.

[alicornucopia]

"If you call that good," says Jackson dubiously.

[mrmage]

"Why does no one like math?" he wonders.

[alicornucopia]

"I dunno, what's to like?"

[mrmage]

"You know, the way numbers behave and make sense and everything goes neatly from A to B."

[alicornucopia]

"Sure, if you're good at it."

[mrmage]

"Yeah, maybe."

[alicornucopia]

"If you're not things go really messily from A to - not B."

[mrmage]

He laughs. "I suppose. What classes are you taking?"

[alicornucopia]

Jackson rattles off his schedule - scientific literacy, required math, photography, American history.

[mrmage]

"I got pre-calc and econ, like I said, and US history and some leftover scientific literacy."

[alicornucopia]

"You must be in a different history than me, I guess."

[mrmage]

"Probably," he agrees.

[alicornucopia]

"I would've seen you."

[mrmage]

"As I you."

[alicornucopia]

Food, food.



"So, I guess now we bus in and see the movie?"

[mrmage]

Food.

"Yup!"

[alicornucopia]

So they go wait for the bus, and get on the bus, and ride into town, and get out at the theater, and purchase tickets and popcorn (well, Jackson gets popcorn), and sit in seats.

[mrmage]

Sadde gets popcorn too, are you kidding, he has only just recovered his sense of taste to its full extent! Nom.

[alicornucopia]

Popcorn for all, then. Nom.

[mrmage]

And then the traditional pre-movie ads start, and Sadde snorts at something completely unfunny.

[alicornucopia]

"What?" wonders Jackson.