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Karla was very grumpy this morning. The island, in a fit of whimsy that defied rational thinking, had seen fit to turn her into a stuffed version of those creatures people had been fighting for the entirety of the weekend. There was something very galling about having to get ready for class when one had been getting ready to fight the last time one had limbs.

She continued to fume as she unlocked Dite's shop and marched inside, detailing to herself all the ways she could have been useful this past weekend had she not been plush. What knocked her out of the foul temper was the surprising new addition to the store: a hot tub, smack in the middle of the floor.

Normally, that wouldn't be much of a surprise--'Dite enjoyed making changes with a snap of her fingers--but there were a few other unexpected things around. Like the blue tankini top laying over the edge of the tub. And the men's clothing shed off to one side. And the lingering psychic scents Karla could feel, still trapped in the wood of around the tub. Not that Karla was going to try to examine those. Oh no. She was way too smart for that. She was just going to resolutely turn away and get to her post behind her counter.

Except that turning away from the hot tub meant turning towards the stairs leading down from Dite's office. "Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness be merciful!"

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"Sounds like Lucivar's a smart guy, then," Max decided with an amused smirk.

He really needed to put his pants on at some point.

"Humph," was Karla's oh-so-witty answer. "Shouldn't you be wearing pants if you're going to start bragging about your intelligence?"

"Are you saying a man can't be intelligent without any pants on?"

Now Karla's look turned amused. "I have found that to generally be the case."

Max's grin was suddenly wicked. "You deal with a lot of pantsless men, do you?"

"I'm a Healer," Karla pointed out smugly. "So...sometimes, yes."

Not to mention pulling pranks on the boyos. Which Karla really did have no intention of mentioning.

Max knew he shouldn't. He knew it. But he was in a mood. And Karla needed a bit of teasing. Max figured this Lucivar guy would appreciate it.

"I see. So... did you want to give me a check-up?"

Karla raised an eyebrow at him. And then shrugged, deciding to play along. She gave him a long, slow once-over, traveling from crown to toes, refusing to blush or hurry even when she got to his waistline and below. "You seem fine," she said clinically, "save for a slight bruising of the brain. Try not to sit on it quite so often and you'll be fine." That last was delivered with a merry grin.

Max just laughed and shook his head. "Any other expert pieces of medical advice?" he asked. "Think maybe I should get more exercise?" You know... exercise.

That got an eye-roll. "Yes. Yes you should. You can start by walking home."

He grinned. "You just want to watch me walk away, don't you?"

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