She runs a hand through her hair, still hugging her knees with the other arm. "Oh, Jackson..."

Shrug. Cough.

"...do you maybe want to go see a nurse or something? There's a proper way to do this and I'm pretty sure that was not it."

"...to do what?"

"Kick someone? I mean, that's not my particular kink so I may be wrong, but."

"Oh. I dunno. It's not that bad."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't want to get too much attention."

"I'm pretty sure anyone at Student Health will keep quiet about it if you ask them to, and maybe even if you don't. I mean, he probably didn't hurt you too much, but if the coughing continues for too long..."

"I'm not even coughing anymore."

"I guess."

"He just knocked the wind out of me is all."

"Alright, then."

Shrug. Nibble on crepe. "I never got Isabella to hit me. Roger did a couple times."

"I don't think Isabella would've. And did Roger give up, then?"

"Give up?" asks Jackson around a mouthful of crepe. "And she carries that cane around all the time, doesn't she even know how to use it?"

"Give up on hitting you. And I think she'd prefer using it on someone she's domming at the time," she says neutrally.

"I don't know if he'll do it again or not," says Jackson.

"Jackson... You really shouldn't keep doing that."

"How'd I guess you were going to say that," mutters Jackson.

"Maybe saying that it upsets everyone else doesn't move you, but it doesn't make you any happier either, I don't think. It doesn't look like it does, anyway."

"You don't have anything to compare it to," Jackson points out.

"I have you-at-lunch versus you-not-at-lunch? But you're right that if this produces some sustained wellbeing effect I wouldn't notice it, no. Does it?"

"Kinda."

"Mmhm?"