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Teacher's Lounge 2/16

Grissom comes in bright and early and opens the Lounge. There is coffee, there are baked goods that look like danishes, and there's a spread for lunch that's vaguely picnic-y - sandwich fixings, various foods that involve the word salad in their name and feature mayonnaise, and also fruit salad and a real salad ~~because he's whipped, okay?~~

There are also some leftover holiday chocolates still out, that are bug-free. Yes, really.

Oh, and Grissom is definitely rocking the hat today. It's looking pretty fly.

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Grissom is watching the news, and perhaps laughing at the Vice President. Perhaps.

Potato Salad > All Other Salads.

She comes in, bouncy ~~cuz she totally got a really positive letter from the chair of the program of the doctoral program she REALLY wants to get into~~ and squeals with delight.

"Oooh, salad!"

Grissom greets CJ with a rather enthusiastic smile ~~because omg that's awesome yay yay yay!~~

"I'm think that I must have nodded off during my genetics class in college, when they described the section of the second X chromosome that predisposes the female gender to an abnormal appreciation of salads," he says, obviously messing with her because she'll know he's completely joking.

"Good day?"

"Very good day. And you have no idea how a good salad can make it better." She smiles broadly and takes a forkful of macaroni sald. Once she swallows, her eyes light up, "I just read the most engrosing article on conversational implicature and the social implications of intimacy in interpersonal communication. It's really groundbreaking."

Grissom puts down his sandwich and takes off his glasses, placing them on the table.

"I wouldn't know anything about that," he deadpans. "Any revelations I should be made aware of?"

"Well, as intimacy grws between two people, they move from social interaction to the realm of the interpersonal. Conversational implicature comes in when they are intimate enouh to understand subtle cues in what isn't said. Of course intimacy has many levels...but you know that." She builds herself a sandwich as she chatters away. "It's like us, Gil. Consider how far we've come since we met, and what you pick up without me having to say it. I mean, pretty much a person has to be a sociopath or a social retard to not utilize this stuff whether it's conscious or not."

"Well..." he hedges, and then goes for humor, but gets all bogged down in his moron-itude. "Retardation indicates a hindering of progress, which would in itself indicate that the person at least began a process of learning the basics of communication and intimacy. Perhaps a person could be... temporarily delayed, without being a sociopath or incapable of growth."

He takes a sip of his water. "But I understand what you're saying, and I would tend to agree. Although, some of the non-verbal communication we pick up on from others goes straight back to the primordial ooze. Completely hard-wired," he says with a smirk.

"Hindering of process doesn't make up for a violation of Grice's Maxim's Gil. Once the implicature's been violated, intimacy is compromised."

Just before she takes a bite, she cocks her head, "Hard wired how?"

"Well, Keenan argued that Grice's conversational maxims were parochial, and I've always been more of an anthropologist."

He arches an eyebrow, and continues, "And even the most basic life forms, for example, insects," he smirks, "develop methods of communication that are purely biological and genetic in nature. It's only logical that some of our verbal reflexes could be explained by a similar scientific framework."

"That field isn't my specialty, really. It's interesting, but the instinctual modes of conveyance are way more advanced than what these kids need at this level."

Sitting with her sandwich, she picks a bit of cheese out.

"Hey, Gil? Why do like bugs so much?"

He's armed with a clever quip, the one he generally relies on, but bites it back and takes time to ponder the question.

"I suppose that's a question with many different answers. It began with an inherent curiosity that's hard to explain..."

He pauses, fiddling with his glasses in his hand. "My father was a scientist," he says with a hint of derision, "so I was exposed to that type of thought at an early age. My mother would always shriek every time my father accidentally brought some sort of exotic insect home with his work, and he'd explain how they're an undeniable part of our world."

"I was a quiet kid... anyway, in my field they're also crucial in interpreting the evidence. I..."

He's struggling at this point, although not in a way to make anyone really uncomfortable but himself. "I can understand them," he shrugs, as if that's a good enough answer, already feeling slightly exposed. He's working on it, but not quite there yet.

She smiles softly and leans forward, resting her chin on her fist. "Gil, is there anything you don't understand?" she asks, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Technically, the knowledge I don't possess is infinite."

He gives her a shy grin. "How about you? How did you gain such insight into your field?"

"I went to college for a long time, and I've been working even longer. I've had a great staff and stayed on top of things...oh, and I like to talk. That helps."

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she grins back at him.

"Plus, it's not that hard if you just watch people and pay attention. We all do the same things in given situations. It's the rhetoric of life."

He gives her a curious look, not one quite of disbelief, but of an unnatural state of not completely understanding.

"So, you have most people figured out, then?"

"Pretty much. You talk to anyone for very long and what they don't say tells you more than what they do. Syntax lies. Take away words and what's left?"

Grissom smiles, sticking his fork into his salad.

"You missed your calling as an investigator, CJ."

"I do better with the living, Gil. I don't think I could do your job. Well, your old job." Quirking her mouth as she thinks, she cocks her head and laughs, "Actually, I couldn't do your job now."

"I think you are underestimating your potential talents in the fields of investigation and interrogation," he chuckles.

"And, to be honest, you could do a better job than I, teaching Sociology. I've had to adapt my curriculum to cater to my strengths to get by. I have no doubt that you could do the same, in an exceedingly more graceful manner."

"Adapt how? I've guest lectured in Geoff's class, I'd be happy to do the same for you." nodding slightly, she begins again on her sandwich in earnest.

"Sex or Violence?" he says with a smirk.

"Unless you want to share your experiences as an new-found adolescent in my Paranormal class."

"Let's skip the re-puberty of CJ...I've got that optioned for a three picture deal. Would you rather have me for sex or violence?"

~~Boi-yoi-yoi-yoi-yoing...~~

"I thought you were particularly adept at reading people," he says ~~rather smuttily omg.~~ "You can't tell by my un-spoken dialogue with you?"

Arching her eyebrow, she leans in a bit closer. "I've had you pegged for weeks, Gil. What time is Sex? I'll do that for you. Violence...not my favorite ~~except when I'm a naughty, naughty girl.~~

Oh sweet gods. *swoons*

"Sounds like something I would more than happy to arrange. If you're serious, that is."

~~*blinks innocently*~~

"I'm absolutely serious, Gil. You want me, I'm yours. But I'm a firm believer in reciprocity, you know. If I do this for you, what will you do for me?"

Gil ponders for a moment.

"That's an interesting question. And one I might not be prepared to answer, considering my general lack of skills when it comes to reading people. Boundaries are a tricky thing," he muses with a smile, shifting food around on his plate.

"How about non-verbals? As an investigator couldn't you come up with something? Or I'd be happy to have you in my advanced course. We do image analysis and power ~~you know, porn~~...stuff like that."

Finishing her sandwich, she gets up to grab a cup of coffee.

"Or you can just owe me."

"I'm sure I could come up with something, but other arrangements would also be acceptable."

Grissom isn't here during Period Six. ~~He's too busy torturing Sociology students.~~

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Teacher's Lounge 2/16

Morning (Periods 1-4)

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Afternoon (Periods 5-7)