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Caritas- Tuesday

So, funny story.

Tino had decided to decorate the place for St. Patrick's Day, albeit a little early. There was no way too much green around, and when Kitty got in to work she found him trying to put a leprechaun hat on a gremlin.

Which was why he was now onstage performing a mime routine.

Yes, the gremlin had been chased out and no, Kitty wasn't going to help Tino out here. He'd gotten himself into this one.

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"Oh, that's right, you really take your St. Patrick's Day stuff very seriously in America," Irene greeted her, looking around warily. "Forgive me if I don't come visit for all the green beer in two weeks."

She had a reason for being here, actually, and it was even related to the month they were newly enjoying, but she was going to take a moment to marvel at the green, thanks.

"This is alll Tino," Kitty said, and realized, "..And dammit I'm working St. Patrick's Day. Well, there'll be no green beer that day. Maybe themed cocktails."

"I can get behind themed cockatils," Irene decided, taking a seat. "And I do look darling in green. Oh, and it'll be easy to teach class that day!"

Because planning ahead further than a week was a lot to ask, really.

"'Course, I taught in my pajamas today, so I'm not sure I need to be looking for easy ideas, all things considered." And then she'd gone home and changed into proper clothing, but still. Jammie day had been nice.

"Why did you not tell me this? I could have worked it into a theme here," Kitty said, because she wanted to be in her pajamas, come on. "What can I get you, by the way?"

Irene made a face. "A martini like usual, I suppose," she sighed. "Unless you've got something that'll knock me out until Friday. Or several somethings. Sleeping the week away seems like a preferable option, at the moment."

"Uh oh. What's up with this week?" she asked, getting a glass.

Irene eyed her, sighing a little through her nose. "Promise not to tell anyone if I tell you?" she checked. "Or to make a big deal of it?"

Though of course Kitty wouldn't tell anyone, Irene didn't quite trust her not to offer up some sort of well-intentioned party.

"Scout's honor," Kitty said. "Pretend I was a Scout for this."

"Don't tempt me to picture you in uniforms," Irene said with a wink, because flirting as a defense mechanism was always an option. "It's...maybe my birthday on Thursday."

Maybe.

"Happy early birthday," Kitty said. "Is this a bad thing?"

"It's a depressing thing," Irene told her. "First birthday being dead, and all. Plus my age starts with a 3, and I'm still not used to it and that's a whole bloody...thing."

"If it helps, I would not assume there was a 3 involved," Kitty told her.

"Awwww. That does help!" Irene was just going to sit here and be a little more pleased with herself now, yes, thank you. "I'll be thirty-two, going on twenty-eight. I think twenty-eight's believable. I can't pass for twenty-two, especially not with an actual adorable twenty-two year-old running around."

"Trust me, you don't want to pass for twenty-two, either," Kitty told her. She'd only just stopped getting mistaken for a student. Twenty-eight's good. I think that's like, ideal."

She had no idea.

"No, but when I was twenty-two, I was passing for twenty-five when it suited me," Irene said, smiling a little. "It sort of reverses on you somewhere around twenty-six. Or at least, it did on me."

Because she was incredibly vain.

"Though, technically, I'm probably thirty-two and a half, or thirty-one and a half, because of time-skipping." That was sort of comforting, weirdly.

"Oh, things always get complicated when you add in time-skipping," Kitty said, sliding over her drink ~~that she totally did not forget about~~.

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"Plus there was that weekend where I was seven," Irene pointed out. "Do we ever de-age...you know. Not all the way to childhood?"

She wouldn't mind losing ten or fifteen years for a weekend. That'd be fun. Though just for the weekend. She would age into oblivion before repeating her teenage years.

"There was a few days where the adults turned into teenagers," Kitty said. "I'd rather not do that one again, but I was also nineteen so I didn't change."

"That might actually be fun," Irene said thoughtfully. "I was a horrible teenager."

What a shock for everyone.

"I feel like you'd be a bad influence on everyone." For some reason.

"That's because you have wonderful intuition," Irene told her with a smile.

"And with my luck I'd be stuck fourteen or something, so everyone would be too afraid to do anything fun around me..." Kitty said.

This would absolutely happen.

"Nah, I'd need an innocent-looking sidekick," Irene assured her. "You always want one of those. That's why I always made friends with the prefects, coming up. And you're all big-eyed and cute -- no one would ever think fourteen year-old Kitty would be involved in anything bad. Perfect reason to keep you around."

"Hmm. I'm not a very good sidekick," Kitty warned. "By then I was already a full-fledged X-Man and had a dragon pet/sidekick."

"The dragon thing especially would cut into the innocent factor, true," Irene mused. "But on the other hand, even if you're fourteen, if you're a superhero and you have a dragon, you will have no trouble getting the big kids to let you hang out."

No seriously. Irene was thirty-two in two days and she thought it was pretty cool that she had a super-friend with a dragon.

"Conversations like this remind me of just how weird my teenage years were. My problems at that age were more 'wah, they're trying to put me on a team of people my own age' and 'why's my 19-year-old boyfriend so worried about my age?'"

Stop walking behind me, people.

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