The first class Milan's decided to audit is a half-hour before Odette's first class, but she can get up early and show him the way, if he wants.
Eee.
"So what do you think should be done to prevent getting lost in the education binge?"
"I'm honestly not sure. It's possible that the education binge is going to drag me down no matter what I do and if I want to talk sensibly about anything other than science I should save it for next month, but that seems... suboptimal."
"Yeah...I feel like at the very worst we could probably...better define what we'd be talking about in a month?"
"Should I leave you alone for ten minutes in a room with no textbooks in it to think about it?"
He laughs.
"Thank you, but no, I think I'd just end up fruitlessly climbing the walls."
"Ah. Oh well, there goes that clever idea. Maybe we should just talk like grownups or something."
"Alas," she says, with an attempt at faux-solemnity either spoiled or perfected by the giggles, "one must make sacrifices for clear communication!"
"...So, grownup conversation: 'I want to focus on my studies and not, like, do that kind of thing' is totally a thing, and if you're going to be too busy to think about it..."
"I'm going to be tremendously busy but not because I would rather be tremendously busy than - that kind of thing - it's just because I'm surrounded on all sides by intense intellectual temptations."
"I would like to do things with my time other than sit in the library inhaling knowledge!"
...Eee.
"Maybe we could make this a regular thing? I could rescue you from the bowels of the library and you can learn things about, like, Genoshan cooking and sometimes restaurants and stuff."