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Teachers' Lounge, Wednesday morning

Someone had been busy.

Glinda had decorated the lounge with the gorgeous, newly-bloomed flowers that she'd found this morning, and was using her magic to keep them just as vibrant and beautiful as they'd been in the ground.

Then for some reason, she'd decided to go shopping, and had scattered baskets of various culinary ~~moddable~~ aphrodisiacs around the room.

"Pillows!" she suddenly decided aloud. "That's what this place needs." With a expert wave, the furniture was replaced with large pillows of satin, velvet and silk.

[It's a good day to be a teacher. Open!]

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Gibbs was walking in the lounge to get a cup of coffee when he stopped short seeing the redecoration of the lounge. "What's the deal with all the flowers?" he asked.

"They're lovely and smell nice, and they give the room a touch of color. So, why not have them around?" Glinda replied, while dipping a strawberry into some melted chocolate.

"Huh," Gibbs said leaning in and taking a small sniff from one of the flowers. "Smells nice."

He then watched as Glinda dipped the strawberry in the chocolate and... got distracted.

At least for a moment, and then he was back to pouring himself some coffee. "So. I don't think we've met."

"I'm Glinda Upland," she replied, extending a hand (after wiping chocolate from it with a napkin). "I teach the public speaking course."

"Gibbs," he said smiling a little as he shook her hand. And then after a moments pause he added "Jethro."

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gibbs. Unless you're more comfortable with being called Jethro?" Glinda replied. "And please, feel free to have some of the food."

"Don't mind if I do," Gibbs said looking charmed at the woman. "And you can call me anything you like."

She flashed him a winning smile. "Then you may call me Glinda, as I will call you Jethro. That is such an interesting name, by the by. Were you named for someone?"

Gibbs gave her a warm smile in return.

"Yeah," he said playfully. "I am."

"Who, then?" she replied. "And please, don't assume I would know. I'm not from..." This world, this reality, this plane of existence? "...around here."

"It's a family name," he said ducking the question. "where are you from?"

"The land of Oz," she replied, completely serious.

"Never heard of it," Gibbs replied honestly. "Far from here?"

"Oh, yes," Glinda replied, picking up another strawberry. "And not at all easy to arrive at."

"Must be hard," Gibbs said watching her. "Being so far from home."

"It can be," Glinda admitted, dipping the strawberry into the chocolate. "Although everyone here is so nice."

"Some people are nicer than others," Gibbs slowly sipping his coffee. "Though I'm not complaining about the company."

Glinda laughed. "You don't seem so bad yourself, Jethro."

Minsc was feeling oddly...restless. It was kind of annoying. Usually, he would just got and hit something into oblivion in this case, but he was pacing around between his office and various other locales until he thought of something good to hit, and found his way to the lounge.

He kind of stopped at the door. His brain had just stopped functioning for a moment.

Glinda waved. "Hello, Mr. Minsc! I hope today finds you well. Come in, have a bite to eat!" she called, cheerily.

"Ah!" Minsc's brain took a surge forward into working again. "Lady Glinda. Uh..."

And then stopped. Chugged forward again. "Did you make all this yourself?"

His natural nervousness around womenkind seemed to be particularly heightened today! He could be descending into a den of a dozen dragons right now, and still not feel a fear as cold and sharp as the one burrowing into the bowels of his stomach now!

"Well, the food was purchased from Turtle and Canary," she replied, as if admitting a dirty family secret, "but I made the pillows appear! Don't they look nice?"

"The....pillows?" Minsc stared at Lady Glinda a moment.

And then he blinked. She meant the other pillows! His eyes instantly went to the ones on the floor.

"Oh, yes!" said Minsc. "They are very nice! And...erm. Soft...appearing...."

"They're supposed to," she chirped. "Only the finest fabrics to cushion our educators as they're lounging!" She laughed at her own joke.

"Ah ha ha...ha." Minsc tried to laugh back and make it sound natural, but it wasn't easy. He was too nervous right now to make it sound even close to natural. "Of course. Lounging! Although we must also not rest on our laurels too much! We must be vigilant at all times, Lady Glinda. Yes! Vigilant!"

"Oh, yes," Glinda replied, "vigilance. I find myself being very... attentive today."

A very unbidden (and he was pretty sure improper but mostly everyone's account) thought on just how attentive Lady Glinda could be started to wander into the vastness of Minsc's head...

His eyes widened for a moment and he nervously jumped into conversation post haste to shoo it out, out, out. "Oh, yes, of course! Attentive! With the pillows! And the food! And the lounging! And...and....food!"

Glinda fought the urge to giggle. "Well, feel free to help yourself to anything here, Mr. Minsc," she said.

Oh yes, she meant it that way. And that way.

Minsc....swallowed.

"Anything?"

"Oh, yes, anything." Glinda chuckled a little. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," it came out in a bit of a cough, Minsc's chest swelling a little as if he was steeling himself. "Anything covers an....awful lot of territory, Lady Glinda..."

"Does it?" Glinda said, putting a hand to her mouth. "I hadn't really considered the possibilities."

Oh, she lied like a rug.

~~Well, that's the idea...~~

"Endless!" Minsc informed her with bold declaration. "Infinite! Why, it could be...ANYTHING!"

"Could it really?" Glinda asked with a giggle. "Such as what, for example?"

"Well...." Minsc found himself clearing his throat a little. "There are a lot of things to help myself to here....There's....pillows. There's....food. There's...cute wee-tiny little blondes..."

Aaaaand this would be the point where he got a sword in his gut or was turned into stone.

"Why, Mr. Minsc!" Glinda began batting her eyelashes at him. "This is so unforeseenified!"

Minsc cracked open an eye he had closed to prepare for that stab he thought he was going to get. "Unforwhatified?" he asked.

Big words. Brain in very basic area right now. It happened.

"I didn't see this coming!" she tried.

It happened to every guy once in a while, right?

"Ah!" Minsc understood that one much better. There weren't as many syllables all squished together.

And then he remembered what it was she didn't see coming, and he chuckled. It was a nervous chuckle, but one of gaining confidence.

The fact that she hadn't stabbed him helped a lot.

"Well," he said, "that is how I work, Lady Glinda. One minute, one thing, and then the next watch out! And you did say anything."

Lest he remind her.

She tittered. "How very true, Mr. Minsc. How very true. I shall have to be more... vigilant."

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