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Luke's, Sunday

Priestly had homework. Priestly's kitchen staff was being extra helpful and barring him from the kitchen so he could actually get said homework done, here in the diner away from the distractions and destructions of Doctor Sexy, MD, and Stevesie the Red Panda.

Which would be why Priestly was currently attempting to build a tower out of silverware ala a house of cards.

The creamer accents were quite fetching, really.

Today's specials
Bacon cheeseburger on pretzel bread
Sweet potato fries
Banana split

Luke's was open ~~and OCD free~~.

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*ringtone of Dinah-ness*

Dinah was stuck in Portalocity hell; as good a time as any to call Priestly.

"Let me guess," Priestly answered. "Glacia made Fandom magic stick, and you're all man, now."

He didn't think that was true at all, actually, it was just fun to tease.

Dinah snickered and said, "And if I was, I'd definitely be calling to tell you 'thanks' for that last little bit of advice, dude." She smirked. "If that happens, I'm coming by to hit on you as a guy."

So... take that however you want it, Priestly.

Priestly's head would explode. "Kinky," he said, pushing off actually trying to think about that as, well, his head would explode. "So my little trick helped, huh?"

"...yes," Dinah admitted. "Although, fun fact: home-made lotion from Glacia smells like oatmeal. It's a very weird scent experience to add in there." She coughed. "Soooo, anything else happening there right now? I'm stuck in that Portalocity office with all the little sleep tubes again."

"That micro hotel place? Man, that was an experience I could do without ever having again." Priestly shook his head. "Everything is quiet here." The silverware tower belied his words by choosing that moment to succumb to gravity and come crashing down. "Relatively speaking."

Dinah snickered at the ting-tang-tong of crashing cutlery, and said, "I'm on my way back to New Gotham. I thought I'd get a chance to stop by Fandom, but, with this layover, no dice. Although, if you're up for a visit in a week or so, on the way there, or on the way back...?"

And then she could squeee! over the phone to her heart's content, once all grown-up parts of the conversation were over.

"I am always up for a visit. You're not commuting to school from Glacia, are you?" He would go over there and drag her ass back to real life if he had to. Don't think he wouldn't.

"Heh. Um. Welll... Not exactly commuting?" She rubbed at her eyes. "Just more, spending most of my weekends there. Since with the time-change, I can be there three or four days, and get back in time for classes. So. Not during the week?"

Priestly rubbed his forehead. "Dinah. I know you want to see this through, but you really have to be done at some point." Hell, he was all overwhelmed by school and he was only taking a few community college classes. "And who knows what kind of effect a week that long has on a person?"

"Momoko's doing it," Dinah protested. "And she got hurt and still came to Glacia afterward."

Listen to yourself, Lance.

"That is not an example to follow!"

"Priestly!" Dinah protested, getting up to start to pace in front of the shiny plastic tubes. "I promised! We still don't know where Hobart is! I'll get rest, and..." And? And... "It's no fighting now. Not really. I can do this. I can."

Priestly scrubbed a hand over his hair. Advantage of not doing the mohawk thing, he could do that when he got frustrated. "Yeah, okay, you can, but I have to worry about you the whole time and I'm not very good at that."

Dinah hugged herself, feeling happy and miserable and mostly just really tired. "I'll call more? I don't want you to worry, dude. It can't-- it can't be too much longer." She sighed and went to the bizarre vending machines. "Also. Also also. Guess who finally made a declaration of love to someone else?" Look, a duck!

"You've been saying that for ages," Priestly pointed out. War could actually go on a really, really long time. The Hundred Years War, for instance. "And, yeah? Was that before or after she went back to war injured?"

The pacifist was having a lot of trouble with his friends at war, yes.

Dinah sighed, and sat down on the back of one of the horribly uncomfortable chairs. Not gonna be distracted, hunh?

"Before?... and Raven healed her as soon as she was in Glacia. And." She grimaced. "She's going to keep doing this in her world. She's working with their version of Oracle. And, well, me."

"And I'll probably yell at her for it next time I hear from her." He would, too. Don't doubt that. "I just -- you need a break in there, somewhere. That isn't just being stuck on a Portalocity layover."

Dinah was quiet for a long minute, because it wasn't like Priestly was wrong. And it helped and kind of ached at the same time, that he was worrying about her. And she wanted to promise to quit, but... "Maybe, maybe you can help me figure stuff out, the next time I see you? Maybe?"

"You know I'm always going to help you out. With whatever you need." Priestly sighed. "I just -- you yell at me for not training and stuff, I get to yell at you for not taking breaks."

"Okay, that's-- fair." Dinah pouted at the phone anyway, not that Priestly could see it. Or hear it, hopefully. "Jonothon backs you up on this, too, kinda. So..." Maybe set a time limit, on how long she'd do this weekend thing? There wasn't that much left of Glacia to cover, anyway. She'd think that over for a while. "Anyway. Jaime and Momoko. Momoko and Jaime. Yes."

He could harp on how she could end up being forcefully benched by evil smoke, see how that works? But she was conceding, and he tried not to be that much of a dick. "It's about damn time. I think this means we win as shippers."

"I know!" The little dance she'd done when she'd heard this before broke out again. "Finally! I don't have to lock them up anywhere! Not that that would work, but, it was beginning to feel like the last option available! And I can stop telling Jaime to just tell her and just cheer on the dating again!" A pause, then she added, "And apparently that older me is still wearing fishnets. What the hell."

"Older, alternate universe you," Priestly pointed out. "It doesn't mean you're destined to wear fishnets and a teddy to fight crime."

Though now Priestly had all kinds of mental images.

Dinah would be interested in subscribing to that newsletter, really, so just as well that didn't get spoken aloud.

"Damn right it doesn't. Unless someone invents kevlar fishnets. Then I guess I'd kind of have to. But I don't see that happening." Dinah snorted. "Of course, she's also a way better fighter than me, so I guess she gets some leeway, but. Guns! Bullets! Still not stopped by martial arts punches, jeez."

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