Extra curricular

[aestrix]

The next class in pre-jump Earth literature occurs.

Frank is early, actually. He sits at his desk with a large smile on his face, greeting students by name despite the slight hints of red around his eyes and the prominent box of tissues that have mysteriously appeared within easy reach.

It is probable that he cried, but hard to prove considering the evidence.

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[thisvorlunatic]

"Hi," says Miles.

[poll_the_stars]

"Miles, meet my sister, Sabine Petra Vorlaine. Sabine, meet my new friend, Miles Naismith." Because she has heard the words 'information security' even if she's not an expert on the subject.

[what_greater_weapon]

"Nice to meet you," says Sabine, sincerely, giving Bothari a slightly amused glance. She doesn't ask who the large slightly unfriendly shadow is, nor does she need to. For one, it's bloody obvious, and for another, she was paying attention when her sister was mumbling obscenities into her pillow earlier. She's well aware of what house colors Sergeant Bothari should be wearing.

"I don't actually have a plan for this," she says lightly. "How much have you heard about me? Has she been badmouthing me behind my back?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Not at all," says Miles, omitting all mention of sex changes while Bothari is nearby. He's a little traditionally-minded sometimes; he wouldn't get it. "The impression I received was of an exemplary sibling."

[what_greater_weapon]

'Sibling' - she notes Miles not using the term sister. It might just be a turn of phrase, but if it isn't, that is very interesting. She likes him immediately. Good job, Vorkosigans, you seem to have raised a son that is Not An Asshole. If only more Vor families could say the same.

"Well!" she says, her smile broadening a little. "Excellent job, Yvette, exemplary example of sisterhood, he will never know my terrible character flaws now."

[poll_the_stars]

"You'd admit to having them?" asks Yvette incredulously.

[what_greater_weapon]

"Sure I would." Pause. "Like how I snore."

[thisvorlunatic]

"For shame!" says Miles, and holds his reproving look for all of half a second before he cracks up.

[what_greater_weapon]

"I am ashamed," she agrees, looking desolately at her flimsy. To conceal her smile. "Maybe one day I will outgrow it. But until then..."

She manages a reasonably convincing sniffle.

... And then ruins it with a giggle.

[poll_the_stars]

Yvette snorts.

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles giggles.

[what_greater_weapon]

Sabine attempts another sniffle (more successfully) and puts a hand to her heart. Her affection of sorrow might be more convincing if it weren't so dramatic. Or immediately after a giggle.




"Oh well!" she says brightly, after a few seconds of this. "Hey, anyone else hungry?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"A little bit," Miles admits.

[poll_the_stars]

"Me too," agrees Yvette.

[what_greater_weapon]

"Excellent. Then we can fix this. Any preferences for the type of food, or should we wander around looking for something delicious? I don't care, personally."

[thisvorlunatic]

Miles shrugs. "This is Beta Colony, whatever we find is bound to be inoffensive."

[poll_the_stars]

"That sounds like a challenge."

[what_greater_weapon]

"Clearly," says Sabine, "I must now find you the most offensive food."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Offensive to whom?"

[what_greater_weapon]

"That has yet to be decided."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Well it makes rather a lot of difference, doesn't it?"

[what_greater_weapon]

"It does, but I don't want to limit myself before I have properly surveyed my offensive food options."

[poll_the_stars]

"You must pick the best of the best of offensive foods?"

[what_greater_weapon]

"If I'm really trying for offensive I'll pick the worst. But I might have pity. You might get the best."

[thisvorlunatic]

"As long as it isn't offensive to me. I've had enough of that for one day today already."