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Wired, New Gotham, Monday
No classes on Monday meant Dinah could follow up and apply for internships. Some in person, some online, a couple over the phone. Two of them looked promising but were going to have to get back to her in a week or so, after the background checks were done.

So, coffee time at Wired, with her laptop open surfing for more possibilities. And avoiding her history of incarceration paper. She sent out a text: Bored and caffeinated and jobless. How are you guys doing?

[open for phone calls, texts, or IM chat]

"Yeah, yeah." Just for that, she really was going to do it. Why the heck not? Sometime when he wasn't expecting it. "...although now I'm thinking about it and worrying about cooking burns if you're working only in your kilt, dude."

"Makin' a salad. No hot oil required."

"Be still, my heart," Dinah said, only half as mocking as she'd like it to be. "Because your salad-making skills are the best in the biz."

"That's because I can't help but get dressing all over myself. That's the secret."

"Your klutziness brings aaaaall the girls to the yard."

"I could make a website of it and pay my way through school."

Dinah started snickering, because somewhere along the way the Awkward had dissolved. Yay for that. Although she would be willing to bet that doing this in person would've been much, much rougher.

"See? I knew you'd think of another way to horrify your mom without having to get a facial tattoo."

"But I'd be a successful business man! Just what she always wanted!"

"And all her book club friends would know what you look like shirtless! What's not to brag about there?"

"Think of all the dirty housewife pornographic novels I could inspire."

"Just like that one kid who visited and was a superhero slash porn star. With red hair." Dinah was cackling by now. "Why should he make all the money off that pretty... everything?"

". . . Wait, what kid? That wasn't one of mine, was it?" Jane had black hair. Lena was blonde. Also, she'd just said "he", hadn't she?

"Remember? That one kid that hit on Lena? Who was a dead ringer for you, but came from another planet or something? I didn't actually get to meet him, but Lena-- older Lena -- swore the resemblance was freaky."

"Yeeeeah, I don't think I was around for that one."

"Yeah, you were in Santa Cruz then. We called you about it. I'm not surprised you wiped it from memory." Dinah grinned, feeling a little wistful. "I really could use another weekend of playing with little kids." Which was one way of saying she missed their non-existent future daughter, sometimes.

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