He drops by the lounge and beams at her. Something has him immensely pleased with himself.

"You're in a good mood," she comments.

"You would not believe the amount of dick I have sucked in the last day and a half," he sighs contentedly, flopping onto a couch. "I love everything."

"Especially that, I surmise."

"Mmmmmmmyep."

Bella laughs softly and goes through another few flashcards, then says: "I emailed a bunch of people about those elf girls. No response yet. I guess I'll take better-traveled routes; they might come after me again. I don't know about you. But you can obviously defend yourself."

"Fucking right I can," he agrees, stretching his arms up over his head. "I'm pissed that that one girl walked off with my best dagger in her shoulder, though. Gonna take a lot of psionics labs to replace that one."

"Maybe you could get a divination student to find it for you, if you like it that much. Of course, the elf might take exception to attempts at retrieving it."

"Meh, they already want to cut my dick off and take it as a trophy," he shrugs. "How much worse can it get?"

"Well, they could want that and you could also be on their turf," Bella points out.

He laughs. "Okay, yeah."

Flashcard. Flashcard.

"What'd they want with you, anyway?"

"The subtle artist one is in my intro psych class. She heard me talking about being able to self-modify, and figured I was the perfect candidate to break her friend's faerie curse which requires true love's kiss."

"Well, that sounds dumb," says Celo.

"Yeah, I thought so too, they weren't buying it."

He snorts.

Flashcard. Flashcard. "Did you ever wind up talking to Professor Winters?"

"Yeah. Professor Winters has no idea," sighs Celo.

Bella sighs and nibbles her lip.

"Maybe it's just impossible."

"Maybe."

Celo puts a throw pillow over his face and makes frustrated mumbling noises into it.

"What?" Bella asks, looking away from her flashcards. "Are you okay?"