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"Dude," Dinah said, with a bit of exasperation. Maybe more than a bit. "It's not about where you come from. It's where you're going... and you just made me sound like a Hallmark card," she accused him. "Seriously! No one's going to think you don't deserve to get into college just because you don't have childhood trauma. You have goals! And stuff. Tell them how you got into food in the first place."
"You mean because the agining hippie who ran the sandwich shop was more interesting than my school friends were and made my parents anxious?" Priestly. Okay, now he was doing this on purpose. "I could write about how I want to be a nutritionist because my potential daughter from the future told me I was supposed to be."
Dinah snorted. "Right, 'cause that'll convince them you're not a flake... Ooo." She paused. "Tell them why you're not just a cordon bleu chef by now. 'Cause you totally could be rocking a really good place at some high-toned restaurant by now, you know you could. So-- explain it."
"Honey, I'm 21. If I'd stuck to culinary school, I'd barely be graduating by now. And no one's going to hire someone as a head chef right out of school, no matter how well they cook." Still, that had some potential. "I guess I could say something about how I was turned off by the crass commercialism of modern fine dining?"
"Yes! Which is true, and you don't have to talk about your future self for them to get it," Dinah pointed out. "And okay, but you'd have served an internship, and so that whole thing you have about being older than some students? You explain it. Explain it with 'it took me a while to find what I wanted' and... Ohh, maybe about feeding people at Fandom?"
"Ah yes, the heart breaking tale of making sure private school students with access to a cafeteria have enough to eat." Priestly shook his head. "Once again, this is a totally normal, non-magical world college. Private schools have a certain rep, you know."
"Damnit, I keep forgetting that angle." Dinah pouted. Then she took a selfie of herself pouting to send to Priestly while she though. "Gaaah. Okay, so... Leaving Jane out of it. Why dietitian, instead of going back to chef school?" This was kind of fun. In a brain-teaser way that had nothing to do with war or anybody throwing pamphlets at her.
"Dude, you look like you're trying to channel those terrible male models," Priestly told her when he got the selfie. "The pout doesn't really go with that chin." He did a quick "blue steel" look for his own selfie and sent it back to her. "And I can learn how to cook anywhere. You need actual school to learn the sciencey nutrition stuff."
"Excuse you, I could so model those stupid perfume ads with this face... Okay, that's a different look." Ahem! Very. Dinah grinned at the photo. Then did her smirkiest smirk and sent that one. "...so, say that. You have learned to cook lots of places. But you wanna go-- a step beyond?"
"Yes, with that face and not pouting." Priestly laughed when he saw the smirk. "Or doing that. You look like you just ate some cat's canary. If you really want to get the modeling spots, you've got to master the inexplicable hand gesture. Like this!" He took another picture and sent it along. "The nutrition stuff isn't just about cooking. They're not really the same. I mean, there's crossover, yeah, but the best French provincial cuisine is all about using entire sticks of butter and uncooked beef. It's coming at the food from a whole different angle."
Edited 2013-09-15 09:23 (UTC)
"Aahahha... Okay, that's hilarious." And hot, but hilarious kind of won for the moment. "So, yeah, write that part too. About knowing what you don't know, and... I mean, do you *want* to work in a soup kitchen? Or something else?" She paused, got an idea, and took another photo. "How about this?" See, no cats being eaten!
No, just apparently her own hand. "I dunno, I guess I just want people to see the value of food and how it can impact, like, your whole outlook on the world. You go hungry and your brain, like, shuts down and you can't put your all into anything else, you know?" Not that he really had much experience with real hunger, himself. "So soup kitchens are good, but also, like, teenage girls who think they have to eat less to get anywhere in life or middle aged office drones who get so bogged down at work they eat jelly beans for lunch or just forget it altogether and then can't figure out why they hate the whole world by five o'clock."
Food just made the world better, okay?
Food just made the world better, okay?
"See? And that's got nothing to do with how or where you were brought up. That's just you, dude." Dinah beamed and took a photo, which had Mark hovering in the background. She turned around and waved to him, then grinned back into the phone. "Mark says hi... And oh oh oh how you went on the trip around the world! So, I dunno, it shows variety, right? And independence?"
"Now you're just showing off." Did boy-Dinah have nicer arms than he did? "Hi, Mark. Is he baffled by the random extra men in the group?"
Possibly? Girl-Dinah had some impressive arms, so.
"Hi," Mark said in the background, then took a sideways-step and asked off-camera, "That's a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, my BFF, Priestly... and oh man." She started laughing. "Momoko got here before I woke up, and Mark tackled her, and then I got out of my tent and Kirt and Ulrich tried to tackle me, and for a while it was just flying fists and bodies until they finally listened to us tell them what the hell was going on."
"Hi," Mark said in the background, then took a sideways-step and asked off-camera, "That's a friend of yours?"
"Yeah, my BFF, Priestly... and oh man." She started laughing. "Momoko got here before I woke up, and Mark tackled her, and then I got out of my tent and Kirt and Ulrich tried to tackle me, and for a while it was just flying fists and bodies until they finally listened to us tell them what the hell was going on."
"Well, I can see where tensions would be high. What with there being a war on and all. And you don't necessarily look like you. I mean, I know you're you, but if I hadn't met boy-you before, it would take even me a little while to work out who you were."
"Yeah, fair enough... although after Momoko kicked some ass, you'd think they'd wonder why there were two flying redheads? Heh. Anyway, we're lucky that Swift and Sam are here, and they could both sense that we were who we said." She grinned. "And then I kicked their asses in practice."
Because it was fun! And she was taller than even Mark now! By a whole inch!
Because it was fun! And she was taller than even Mark now! By a whole inch!
"Which further convinced them, I'm sure." Since she must do that all the time. "So you meet any interesting fellas over there? Should I worry that the men of Glacia will win you over to the land of the cold and the unicorns?"
Dinah hooted, then sighed. "I've gotten to like Glacia a lot better, but the guys I've met... mostly don't know what to do with me. Not that we're ever in one town more than a couple days." Her voice lowered a little. "I can't even get the ones in our group to remember not to call me 'Lady Dinah', so, you know, it feels like I'm their boss, or something. Plus they know I don't belong here, so..." Yeah, that was a non-starter from the beginning. "Unless I bop Julian over the head before I leave and we end up having angry almost-hate-sex or something."
"Angry sex can be fun." Hell, considering how much he and Tish had bickered, they ended up having a fair amount of angry sex. "Dunno about hate sex, though."
"I've always thought that would be weird. Especially for me." Dinah didn't need that in her head, thanks. "Julian's gotten a lot more tolerable. But I'm mad at him right now, so..." Okay, she had to ask. "Angry sex? Who with?"
"Tish. We used to fight about the most random stuff. Dating does not magically make you not disagree with people. Even when you love them otherwise."
"Hunh. Okay. That sounds..." Fighty-sex with someone she liked, who could take it? Uh, fun. And now she was having Arrow thoughts, because she could totally see that, and that was... right. Boy parts? Way too responsive. "--Like something to explore later. When I'm not a guy. And not with Julian, because I think that crosses the line over into genuinely pissed." Angry sex with Lucivar..? Oh, damn, stupid body. "I hate you, by the way. Just so you know." Okay, and that didn't help either. Damnit.
"What, what? Why? What'd I do?" Priestly was confused. "Wait, is Momo there? Are you teasing her with the idea of us having hate sex?"
"No, but that sounds like a good suggestion." Heee. Mark had come back over and wandered off to say something, then left still looking weirded out. Or weirded out again. "Mark! Get over it, I am wearing your clothes for the next four days! ... No, just. Boy bodies. I forget, in between, how obvious they are."
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