Edie is not happy.
"Yes, I know he leaves when I tell him to, but he leaves in a sexually harassing way!"
"Well...if you think so, ma'am."
He's still a little red.
"What would you like?"
He has to take a minute to think about that.
"I think, uh...most of what I want's pretty weird to ask for from someone I just met, but..."
He shakes his head, tries to fix his tone.
"Would you come to lunch with me, ma'am?"
"Oh, absolutely," she says, and kisses the top of his head.
Maybe he picked the right role after all. He's clearly trying to hide how pleased he is, but he's not very good at it. He makes a little noise at the kiss.
"You're adorable. Do you mind if my sister joins us?"
He shakes his head.
"She seems like a good person to meet."
"She is!" She stands up and hooks her fingers into the collar of his shirt, tugging him to join her.
He gets up and follows her closely.
She leads him to the cafeteria.
And sitting at a table and waving at them is a girl dressed in the most mixed signals imaginable. Her hair is long, let to hang loose on the left side and put up in old-fashioned complicated dom braids on the right. She wears a dommish leather jacket over a subbishly demure pastel sundress. She has pale pink lipstick and bright red nail polish.
He doesn’t even blink. He just waves back.
Edie leads him over.
"...I was going to introduce you two but I just realized we never introduced ourselves."
“Definitely pleased to meet you.”
"And I'm Emily."
“Hey! Love the outfit.”
"Thanks! Sub or switch?"
He looks between them both for a second, a little warily.
Then he shrugs.
"Legally a sub, I guess."
"They don't let people put switch on the paperwork where you're from?"
"You can do that?"