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Room 312, Saturday night
Post-luau, Dinah was playing with Camille in her room, music on and thinking of everything that had happened over the last two weeks, including vampires, demons, boys-who-were-girls, and presents and the party and everyone else there.

Loooots to think about.

[for one blonde witch]

Karla reached for them eagerly. "Here is where I'm supposed to say, 'Oh no, you shouldn't have!' or something, but I'm not gonna," she said, sounding like a smug six year old. "I'm as greedy as a child for presents. So, while you didn't have to, I'm awfully glad you did."

She opened them up, aww'd at the moose, and squeezed him tight. "He's adorable!" she said. "He's got a little stuffed creature, too! No moose in Glacia is as snuggly. What should I call him? Maybe...'Vancouver?' Where he's from? Vann, for short."

Shut up. Karla does not have a secret fondness for stuffed creatures.

The maple syrup provoked more curiosity than squealing. At least until she opened it and dipped her finger in. "This is tasty!" she said. "Now I want pancakes!"

Dinah snickered. "Vann he is. And yeah, I got him at the gift shop at the airport there. Baby moose!" She grinned. "Pancakes this weekend, maybe? Since you're not allowed to cook and all." In the major irony of the week. She hugged Karla again. "And it's what you get friends when you're away."

She gave Karla a more sober look. "You're okay? I didn't wear you out too bad, with all my stuff, and New Gotham too? It's a lot to process."

"This weekend will be great!" Karla said, thrilled once again to get tasty food without her having to actually cook anything. Non-Karla interference was a key ingredient in tasty, anyway. "I don't have any plans."

Someone was going to be a very sad Arcerian kitty come Sunday. Or a very messy one.

Karla's first instinct was to deny everythingand insist she was fine. But Dinah wasn't an idiot. "It was a lot to take in," she admitted quietly. "I'm pretty tired and I'm going to have to think about stuff for awhile. But I'm glad you told me." She rested her hand on Dinah's so Dinah could feel how sincere (and touched by Dinah's trust) she was. "And it's good to have things to think about. It's hard learning that my ways aren't the only--or even the best--but it's useful."

Messy was much, much more fun.

"Yeah. I keep learning that here too. Or trying to." Dinah smiled, eyes sad, and turned her hand over to squeeze Karla's. "But I'm so glad you listened. My brain is a lot less overwhelmed than it was before we talked." She shrugged. "Not that it makes everything okay. But it feels like a start."

Truer words may have never been typed.

"I hate to say it, but only time is really going to make things okay," Karla said, giving Dinah's hand a sympathetic squeeze. "Time and work. But, as you said, it's a start. And the burden will be lightened by friends who provide alcohol, chocolates, and stupid jokes," she teased.

"My friends are the best," Dinah said decisively, and grinned. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Karla said. "Think about what that says about you, though, that all your friends are so wonderful."