After a morning work-out, and a visit to Groovy Tunes, Dinah had gone back to her room to study. Mostly Barbara's next science course on-line. The boots-reward had arrived, though, and were now being admired by Camille as Dinah danced around her room, singing along to her new CD.
I'm ringing all the warning bells
careful or you'll hurt yourself
others lie, lie, lie, they adore you
I'll be the one to tell
Careful or you'll hurt yourself
gonna try, try, try 'till the morning comes
The door was open.
[and so was the post]
Dinah laughed, and twirled again, remembering rehearsal. "Mostly? Ohhh, that's going to be hard to do with an audience. But at least I kind of finally understand it now." She grinned. "Boys."
"Thanks for helping, though. I didn't really get the character until I talked to Geoffrey, but I at least got the point of the scene after you said what you did." She tilted her head, watching him with Camille. "I couldn't ever marry someone like that, though. For a political... thing."
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Then he grinned, watching Camille enjoy the attention. "You survived the weekend. I was relieved."
Distracted by his comment, though, Dinah facepalmed and laughed. "Oh, God. Right. You were still grown-up inside, weren't you? When I was falling off chairs and singing my little heart out and scared of zombies. Oh, you must have hated that the first time around."
"Were you always that full of energy?" he asked with a grin.