"Clearly we are just having friendly pairwise candlelit dinners in Italy. People do that all the time, right?"

"Obviously. And CPR was definitely required. Often."

"Platonic friendly CPR. Clearly we're just in it for the oxygen."

"Yup. And the handholding was for stability."

"Which would've been very plausible, before my basics came in!"

"Yeah, you wanted to be extra sure!"

"If my twinly grace and my enhanced reflexes and my literal ability to teleport didn't suffice I wanted to be sure you were there to steady me! Platonically! As friends!"

"Yup. And then we go to dances and public events together as a couple because we're both too young for dating."

"Probably we spend the entire time talking about boys, right, what else would we do."

"I mean, of course, our lives revolve around men. Duh. We can't date each other, that would set a bad example."

"We're probably actually going to catch crap about that one."

"Yeah, I figured," she sighs.

"Think of the children. The innocent bigoted presumed-straight children."

"Yes. Because it definitely spreads. You see, my sister is gay, and then she asked you out, and then obviously you made me gay too."

"You're not even, like, actually gay per se."

She snickers. "There's still hope for me. I can be saved. With the power of - of - I don't even know, what can save me?"

"Extremely heterosexual kissing, probably."

"That you can be saved by heterosexual kissing? Ugh... probably. Portal away if you get harassed?"

"Yeah. Same to you, but with teleportation."

"Yeah, absolutely. I will probably not haul off and slap them."

"Good, that would be bad."

"I am not, however, above encouraging them to overbalance so my sudden absence makes them fall over, especially if anybody proves persistent."

"Ha! Well. That would be their own fault, really."

"Yes. Yes it would."