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Teacher's lounge Monday

Jeff's was utterly cleaned out yesterday, so everythign is really fresh this morning. Doughnuts, pastries, bagels, and a lovely selection of savory breads. Coffee and soft cheeses are also on the table. Except for the hours she teaches, CJ's in the lounge switching between the different news channels and CSPAN to see the ongoing brouhaha over the SOTUA.

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Grissom comes in for breakfast, and smiles warmly at CJ and the lovely collection of savory breads.

She looks away from the distinguished gentleman from the land of hasn't-got-a-clue and returns his smile.

"Good morning, Gil! The sundried tomato, olive and rosemary is really good with the chevre."

Grabbing the remote, she mutes the talking head.

"How've you been?"

Grissom grabs the recommended food, and takes a seat next to CJ, smirking at the television.

"Better if we had a different administration," he says, gesturing toward the TV. "I've been well, how are you?"

"His speechwriters are awful, and his comm director is seriously negligent. I can feel Toby's migraine from here. I'm good. Older. Less hungry."

"I don't think even Geoff could make intelligible sentences come out of that man's mouth."

Grissom shakes his head, and then turns to CJ. "It's good to see you back to your usual self, although I have to admit teenaged you did have her charms. And I saw the food in the kitchen. I told you, you didn't have to do that."

"Charms, huh? It was the gummi worms, wasn't it?" She blushes and ducks her head a little. "Well, you never know when my boyfriend is going to lock me up...figured I'd better be prepared."

He laughs under his breath. "There are so many ways to reply to that, and most of them would probably be hazardous to my health in one way or another."

She blinks at him, somewhat shocked...but then a slow grin spreads across her face. "Gil, I swear your health is just fine around me. It's ok."

"I know, I'm teasing. Although, with the general tendency to for one to become brainwashed, body-swapped, and otherwise befuddled in Fandom, perhaps it's best not to make any promises."

"True, you never know when you might spontaniously turn into a toad or a teeny version of yourself."

She tears off a bit of bread that she's been holding on to and chews it slowly.

"Has anything weird happened to you since you got here Gil? Or does the beetle paste keep the weirdness at bay?" she says with a small grin.

Gil smirks at her comments, but his expression does little to disguise his obvious 'talk about myself? good grief' expression.

"Besides the large phenomena we've all become accustomed to - bloodthirsty snow monsters and murderous vampires and zombies and helping my students build real space craft and meeting DEATH? A few things..."

He shifts a little in his seat, and looks very interested in a fleck of basil on his bread.

"I may have been brainwashed by an Egyptian sex goddess," he says rather quickly. "Oh, and one time I got pretty high not ventilating an experiment properly."

He's trying to change the subject, although he's not particularly good at it. "It helped to feed the gremlins. They were rather friendly, for gremlins, when plied with sweets. I think that helped. Avoid some of the more common problems."

"Wait, whoa. What?" With furrowed brows, she turns her head quickly to look at him her hair swinging in an arc. "You got brainwashed by a sex goddess? You? When was this?"

"Ancient sex goddess, Janet Frasier - the line blurs."

He blushes just a slight bit, framing his beard with a light pink. "It was about a month or so after I arrived. I don't recall much of the incident, although I know I made an ass out of myself spouting off Byron and foolish romantic nonsense, and eventually Parker had to hit me over the head with a rather large atlas before I did anything... inappropriate."

"Not one of my shining moments."

"A...student." Her lips twitch in odd, random spasms as she tries so very hard not to smile. "I'd kinda like to hear you spout Byron, Gil. Well, I prefer Neruda, personally. Totally outstrips She Walks In Beauty." She nods emphatically, pretty sure she's really not helping.

"A student's body, nothing more than a shell, taken over by a powerful entity capable of completely controlling men against their will," he quickly corrects, ~~although he was totally turned on by Rogue's sexy black leather gloves, so he's a big fat hypocrite~~.

"And Neruda may have been appropriate if I was in a more sensual mood, but apparently the part of my psyche she must have accessed that day was slightly more dry...

So yes, my romanticism tends to take on the air of a bad greeting card. My secret is revealed," he adds sarcastically.

"I'm good with secrets." She smirks at him, then pats his knee. "But really, it couldn't have been fun. To be out of control. I feel for you."

"Well, at least I didn't try to start an anarchist revolution from the Humanities Wing," he teases good-naturedly.

"No, but, it was difficult. But I've learned there are things that are even more difficult than a simple lack of control. So I wouldn't trade the experience in, I suppose."

He leans back in his seat. "How about you?" he asks, although he doesn't know if he quite has the right. "Has it been worth it, for you, to be in Fandom?"

"Hey, vive la revolucion, okay?" she laughs softly and leans back too. "Eh, it's been a learning experience, that's for sure. Yeah, I'd have to say yes. I've met great people, gotten two kids out of the deal and I didn't even ruin my hips having them...and I met Ten. It's been more good than bad I think."

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