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Dite's Decadent Delights, Wednesday

A new employee would be starting the next day at the shop. Aphrodite was excited about this fact, and had put in some new equipment just for him. On the far end of the counter was a small high definition television hooked up to a dvd player. After all, it seemed her new employee's specialty was porn; he should have the best equipment for . . . his research.

But it wasn't exactly pornography playing in the store at the moment. After her first counseling appointment (at least the guy hadn't asked her to marry him today), Aphrodite had put in her favorite movie and collared Hercules to watch it with her.

He didn't seem very interested, but she was having fun, and like any true fan she was occasionally saying the lines at the same time as the characters did.

At one point she sat up straight, a serious expression on her face. "'Pudge controls the weather.'" Then she dissolved into laughter, hugging Herc and reaching for the popcorn.

Decadent Delights is open.

(ooc: A free virtual vibe to anyone who can name the movie from the one line. Contest void if you're

thismaskiwear. Post open, forecast fair, with a hint of SP early.)

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After class, Karla decided to wander down to 'Dite's shop. She didn't think that the stuff about 'Dite in The Illiad was true, but she figured she'd ask.

The volume was up on the TV and Aphrodite didn't hear anyone enter the store at first. She was dancing to a song about surfboards, Hercules in her arms, when one extra twirl brought the front door and her visitor into her sight.

She froze, then turned and jabbed at a button on the television, letting Hercules leap onto the counter.

When she turned back to Karla her face held an apologetic look. "Sorry. Favorite part of the movie. Good to see you, Karla. Come on in."

Max didn't knock, he just strode into the shop. He hoped 'Dite was in today. Otherwise he'd have to explain the chocolates, and that'd be a bit awkward.

Aphrodite had turned the movie back on after Karla left, but was a little more subdued. As the end credits rolled, the door opened and she turned. "Max! Great to see youuuuu!"

Shutting off the television she stepped around the counter to give him a hug.

Max laughed juggled the box of chocolates out of the way and picked her up with one arm. "So I see. And it's great to see you too."

She kissed him on the cheek, smiling widely. "Did you have a reason to drop by, or did you just . . . miss me?"

"I just missed you," Max admitted, turning to brush his lips lightly across hers. "I hope that doesn't make me seem all clingy."

"Maybe I like you all . . . clingy." She winked and led the way further into the store. "What have you been up to? Terrorizing students and their families over the weekend?"

Max sighed theatrically. "I tried... but..." Then he sighed for real. "Most of them seemed... appreciative." That he was teaching their kids to fight and kill.

On the one hand, that was disturbing, that parents would thank someone for teaching their son or daughter to kill. Then again.

"You're the one who reminded me that some of these kids will leave here and head off to a war or something just as bad. Maybe the parents are just thanking you for giving the kids a fighting chance to stay alive."

She pulled her stool out from behind the counter and perched on the edge. "Speaking of teaching, how's your class going?"

"Pretty good, actually. No incompetents in this batch. And we've just finished the first, and probably hardest for them, unit. It'll be interesting to see how they handle the part that comes after the break."

"What's after the break? Are you going to make them battle each other?"

Aphrodite wasn't really interested in the answer, but she thought conversation would be good today. For a few minutes, anyway.

"Hi 'Dite," Karla said, a bit hesitant. "I didn't mean to have disturbed your movie. I could come back?" she offered.

How did one go about asking 'So, did you really mentally enslave a woman and start a war just to win a beauty contest'? Without coming across as being horribly offensive? While Karla didn't really have a problem being regular levels of offensive, this might be a bit beyond the normal bounds.

Asking in quite that manner might not be the best way, but one never knew unless they tried. Besides, the goddess of love and beauty had mellowed in this modern age.

She was watching Lilo and Stitch, for goodness sake.

"No, really, it's fine. I can always finish it later." She leaned on the counter, chin on her fist. "What can I do for you? Haven't seen you since that awful day. How've you been?"

Max leaned casually against the counter and took a moment or two to appreciate the view.

"No," Max laughed. "I already did that. After the break we're going to switch over to irregular tactics. The sorts of things most of them already have an aptitude for."

"I've been pretty hectic," Karla answered, propping her chin up on her hand. "Right after that whole other-Fandom thing I had to go home to help my best friend and then classes started and then my family was up this weekend so I had to keep Morton from embarrassing me by existing and Uncle Saetan from deciding to turn Fandom into a second Zuulaman..."

Karla had a tendency to babble when she was avoiding a topic.

But her natural ~~pig-headed bluntness~~ forthrightness wouldn't let her dance around the subject for too long. "So," she said awkwardly, "I'm taking a class on literature this term. We started off reading about Arthur and Merlin and we got all upset because the story got them all wrong. It was about them, but it wasn't them at all. Professor Demon said that lots of stories get that way--they get names and places right, but all the details wrong. Um. Right. And then, for this week's class, we read The Iliad. About the war with Troy?"

Karla was hoping 'Dite would get her drift, so she wouldn't actually have to come out and ask. Professor Demon's is right, right? Names and places but details wrong?

"Iliad?" She tilted her head, thinking. "I don't think I -- oh. You mean that poem by Homer. They still teach that in literature classes, huh?" Aphrodite took a deep breath. "Okay. I suppose since it's ancient Greece I would be the one to come to. Is that the one about Ulysses and the voyage home? Or the war itself?"

Please let it be about Ulysses.

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"Like what? Hiding and shooting from behind rocks?" She gave an undignified snort. "I'd prefer that to them standing in the open and getting shot at."

Aphrodite tilted her head and regarded her friend. "How do you know so much about this stuff? I mean, you scream military with your bearing and all, but -- what makes you the right guy to teach them, Max?"

"Irregulars are like... commandos. They do stuff that regular military isn't suited for."

Max shrugged lightly. "I've been doing this most of my life. Most of that time I've spent as a trainer as well as a field commander." He liked Aphrodite, and he trusted her, but he hadn't told anyone about his... other work. This didn't seem like the time to start.

It was, it seemed, a day for questions. With a smile, Aphrodite reached for Max's hand, intending to lead him to the counseling room. "Can we just talk for a little while? I mean . . ."

Stopping, she put one hand on his chest. "There'll be plenty of time for other things. But we've never really talked, and I'd kind of like to." Her eyes went down for a moment. "You can ask questions, too, you know. Isn't there anything you've been dying to ask the goddess of love?"

She winked, leading them through into the counseling room and to the soft chairs there.

"I don't mind talking," Max grinned, squeezing her hand lightly as he followed her. "And... maybe I'll ahve some questions after we get started, but nothing comes to mind right now."

He waited for her to take a chair before selecting one of the others for himself.

She settled herself in a chair, crossing one mostly bare leg over the other. "You have a goddess offering to answer questions and you don't have any? Max, you show an appalling lack of curiosity." She winked. "I'm so glad it's not a lack of creativity."

Folding her hands around one knee, she regarded him. "What's your world like, Max? It sounds like it's full of war and fighting, but knowing you, there has to be a few good looking women around."

"My curiosity is limited to some pretty specific arenas," Max grinned, completely unembarrassed.

"As to my world... war is part of our culture, I guess. The northern legions are always skirmishing with the Icemen. And there are always little internal fights brewing." Max shrugged. "I joined the legion to get away from home, but... it's just a job."

He grinned slightly. "And I suppose it probably helps that I've got money. Makes it easier to meet the right people." Well, that and his social status. But he didn't talk about that so much either.

"The war itself," Karla answered. "The one with the apple contest."

"So, no girlfriend, or lover back home that might get jealous?" She grinned. "Or maybe a boyfriend?" Stranger things had happened.

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