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The Perk, Friday Afternoon

It was the perfect sort of day for sitting in town with a mug of hot chocolate, which was why it was particularly convenient that Alice had arranged to meet her little sibling here for just that.

Well. She supposed she could have gotten a mocha or latte or one of the other indecipherable drinks, but really, why would one pass up hot chocolate when it was offered?

(Expecting Priestly, but open for all your Perkish needs!)

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And there was said little sibling now, wrapped up all nice and snug in his army jacket over a pink t-shirt and his least ripped pair of pants, his mohawk tall, proud, and red and blue.

He seemed to have made himself a scarf out of something blue and yellow. One hoped it wasn't his gym uniform.

"Hey Alice," he greeted, flashing her a smile. "It's way too cold out."

"It's certainly behaving like winter again," she smiled. "I still say this is mild, you know. But the hot chocolate should help. How are you?"

"I'm good." Priestly took a seat across from her. "Hot chocolate sounds awesome. Guess this is gonna take some getting used to, huh?"

"No complaints," she laughed. "If I can adjust to the twenty-first century, a bit of freezing weather on your part should be a snap. Is there no winter at all, in California? I've never been there, and it's one of the locations the island didn't travel to, last summer."

The island went on vacation. Y'know. As islands are wont to do.

Priestly had heard about the island traveling. He wasn't sure what he made of that, just yet.

"We've got winter. Shorter days, cooler weather. Just not, like, cold, I guess. Jacket weather, not 'my balls are gonna fall off' weather."

She blushed at that, but laughed. "Is there an epidemic of that?" she said. "I hadn't heard of anyone losing their masculinity. If all of the men begin speaking soprano tomorrow, I shall know it's far too cold out."

Priestly laughed as well. "Well, maybe not actually fall off. But there is shrinkage to consider."

"I hadn't realized," Alice said, flush deepening. "These are the sorts of things I expect we shall learn in class. The one on Monday, that is, about personal ... interaction and ... private matters."

Still too Victorian to say 'sex ed.'

It took Priestly a moment to figure out exactly what she was talking about. "You mean sex ed? Yeah, I guess that might cover it. Probably go into condoms, first."

Alice was going to stare at him for a few moments, and then nod. "Yes, indeed," she agreed. "They'll ... probably cover those, first. Certainly. Can't start without them, can they?"

No idea what he was talking about, no.

Priestly got the feeling that she didn't know what he was talking about.

Who hadn't heard of condoms?

"Okay, so maybe they'll start with the pill or something. But condoms seem pretty basic."

Alice was going to nod. And blush harder. And clear her throat.

"It's possible that some of us need this class more than others," she said, taking a quick sip of her hot chocolate. "My, they make excellent hot chocolate here. I was worried that a coffee shop would have substandard hot chocolate, but no, indeed."

Priestly chuckled softly. "Take it they didn't cover sex stuff in any of your other classes back home?"

"You could say that," she said, smiling a bit wryly. She set her mug down again. "My education has been a bit ... atypical. Some rather prominent gaps, and what have you. That would be one of them. I believe the extent of it would be, boys would like to, and so girls mustn't, which I daresay doesn't qualify as education on the matter."

Priestly's brows shot up. "Plus it's totally not true. Man, and I thought my parents were uptight."

She lifted a shoulder. "Society is quite rigid, at times, and somehow, it's more permissive towards boys than girls. Much like I had to wear those unfathomable starched dresses, while boys could romp in pantsuits."

Priestly pursed his lips and nodded. "That sucks ass," he said wisely. "Totally."

"It does," she agreed. "Except I seem to be here, now, and taking a class on ... personal matters, which means I shall at least stop blushing so much, one would imagine."

Maybe. Eventually.

"Awww, don't do that," Priestly teased. "It's cute."

"Thus begins a vicious cycle," she laughed. "When complimented on blushing, I seem to blush harder. Hopeless, you see."

"Completely," Priestly agreed. "I'm impressed, though. Not everyone would take a class that they knew would horribly embarrass them."

There, you see, the blushing was just going to become more pronounced.

"It's not so impressive when you consider the alternatives," she said calmly. "Either I take a class, or I pull a confidant aside and ask all of these questions, or I resign myself to never finding out. The second would be far more mortifying, and the third seems somewhat unpleasant."

"Well, how do people usually find out where you're from, then?"

Alice was somewhat bemused. "I believe where I'm from is somewhat known for not telling young ladies about that sort of thing," she said lightly. "Victorian society is something I shall never miss."

She never was any good with etiquette. Or geography, although that was less relevant to the conversation in question.

Priestly wasn't sure if he'd known she was Victorian. "Yeah, I can see that. Much nicer post-feminist revolution, huh?"

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