"Thinking they're pretty, no, if there has been any gazing going on they're probably quietly resigned to it depending on the Bell, especially the ones without their own Jokers."

"Okay," he snorts. "So why's Tab want to fuck you, anyway? Doesn't sound like she's another 'poly-friendly' one. You and Amariah tried each other out, but you didn't set up an appointment for it."

"She's been kind of isolated, doesn't want to keep her virginity in a little box to present to somebody boyfriend-shaped who might or might not materialize anytime soon, doesn't want to sleep with a stranger," shrugs Cam, "so, me, not-a-stranger by virtue of althood."

"Makes sense," says Jellybean. Pet pet.

"Yep." Mmm, petting.

Snuggly petting! Mm.

Snuggly petting. And report-reading. Because Tab will be here soon.

And lo, here is Tab. "Hey, Cam. Hey, Jellybean."

"Hi!" says Jellybean cheerfully. He waves with his free hand.

Cam sets the report down, sits up away from Jellybean's lap and petting hand, ruffles Jellybean's hair, and offers a gentlemanly hand to Tab with an ungentlemanly raised eyebrow.

Tab laughs, and takes his hand, and lets her guided teleporting do the work of finding where they're supposed to do this.