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Room 312, Thursday late afternoon
After her spar with Tahiri, Dinah wound up with enough bruises and aches to need a break, and watching the episode of Darkest Night that she'd missed last night seemed like a good idea. Lying on her bed, she cued up the website on her laptop, and promptly started laughing four minutes into the ep.

"Oh, c'mon! He's just a big puppy!"

The door is open, and Dinah is giggly.

[and so is the post!]

"If the weather ever gets nice, I might join you in that. What you been up to?"

"Mmm, more training?" Dinah poked at a bruise as Camille happily made lion-faces at Priestly. Scaaary. "Tahiri and I were practicing telekinesis stuff today. She does stuff with the Force that's really similar."

"Man, I seriously gotta get me a power." Not that he had any clue how one would do that. "You should totally use it to, like, prank people."

"That would be so wrong." A pause. "But funny," Dinah admitted, grinning. "What kind of power would you want, if you could get one?"

Priestly thought about this. "I dunno. Something cool. Like . . . a prehensile tail. Okay, so that's maybe not so much of a power, but think of everything you could do with it."

Dinah tilted her head, and offered, "Hang from the ceiling? I guess? Actually that would be pretty cool."

"And carry stuff. Hold a blow drier and style your hair at the same time."

What? You think that hair comes effortlessly?

Dinah blinked at that mental image, and shared a look with Camille. "And a tail is much cooler than a third arm. Because where would you put that? And you'd need a fourth arm. But a tail is enough in and of itself." Dinah grinned, leaning her head on her hand. "Want some cookies?"

"Exactly! Plus it'd look totally badass." Priestly perked up at the mention of cookies. "Oo! What kind?"

"I've got sugar, and peanut butter, and two chocolate chip left, I think," Dinah said, leaning waaay over to rummage under her desk for the cookie tin. "Alfred had a baking binge, nom." She looked back at Camille, and said, "I guess it would be a monkey tail? On a human, I mean. Camille has fun with hers, though. But it's not prehensile, so..." She offered him the tin after fishing out a sugar cookie for herself.

"A monkey tail, yeah." Priestly grabbed a peanut butter cookie. "Alfred's good," he said around his first bite. "You should encourage the baking."

"Alfred's kind of a cooking god," Dinah agreed, letting the cookie melt in her mouth with a happy sigh. "He feeds Barbara 'cause she always forgets, and Helena because she eats fast food, but me he feeds because he claims I'm still growing. I'm not telling him any different even if I never grow another inch." Camille batted at Priestly's cookie, and Dinah shook her finger at the kitten. "No, no, not for kittens."

Priestly had broken off a tiny piece of cookie. He quickly palmed it at Dinah's admonition.

Maybe he'd give it to Ramone later.

"What, he can't just feed ya 'cause you gotta eat?"

"If I'm there, sure. But if I'm not...." Dinah thought about it, then added, "Partly it's because Helena gets all defensive about having a butler who's not really a butler. But if he's just a friend feeding us, it's okay in her head. Helena has issues."

"He's not really a butler?" Priestly blinked, reaching down to scratch Camilla's chin.

With the hand holding the piece of cookie.

"Is he a superhero?"

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