The following day, Sadde goes to town at a reasonable time to buy a tiny cactus with some of the proceeds from his terribly tedious job, and sneaks it into the bag with his clothing he brings to Isabella's room. It is inside a cute little box, which he offers Isabella the following morning when she wakes up, saying, "Happy three-month anniversary!"
"I just had the best mental image of you being annoyed at your computer and raising your eyebrow at it."
He giggles some more. "Well, thankfully I'm not exclusively nondynamic and I'm perfectly fine with having you tie me up and cane me and edge me and have your way with me however you want."
"It's a lot of walking around and I already have a career plan that won't need to get any more specific until they have yet another career fair. I might go with you, I guess, but we wouldn't be looking at many of the same booths."
"Fair enough. I haven't actually looked at any prospects, I only have this vague notion that people will pay me a lot of money to fix them and de-age them once I can do that, but."
"Also I'm not sure what I'm going to be doing in the time between graduating and actually being a competent healer. And I'm wondering if they'll let me, like, intern somewhere, or something."
"There aren't magic colleges as such the way there's magic high schools but you could look into scholarships," she says. "I think the government likes giving scholarships to eclipsed, if nothing else, and you're bright enough to pick up more, write some essays, ace some tests."
She prods him in the chest. "They're pretty joyful if you get a few thousand bucks a pop, I think."
He giggles. "I suppoooooose that's enough incentive to get me through it," he sighs dramatically.
"I'm not sure. It's not like I need a credential to make a living. Maybe I'd go comp sci, I'm thinking of looking into programming when I have my eidetic working."