The insults pass over her like a day breeze, because she can see through them so easily.

"You, apparently," Gamila says, without heat, almost gently.

She shakes her head and turns to Dana, paying for and picking up her wine.

"You know something that bothers me? How a man will lay with another man and think nothing of it, but if asked to share a woman with that same man, he'll suddenly act like the woman is made filthy by that other man. Madness."

"Hey, yeah. Logically, all participants have been pre-eliminated as sources. If paternity isn't on the line, knowing of two people you desire laying with each other seems far more exciting than upsetting to me."

"To be fair, I have in fact fucked men that squarejaw-boy over there would probably find repulsive. But if he wants to pretend to be disgusted by transitive repulsiveness and deny himself enjoyment of my body, he's only hurting himself."

Gamila sets down her drink, gathers up her cloak, throws it on, and Prestidigitates its outer surface white again. Then she picks up her wine again and takes a large swig.

The angry handsome boy looks like he wants to continue the argument and make a scene, but one of his friends manages to talk him down. He continues to glare at Gamila as the two girls leave the tavern, though.

Outside, the cloying heat of late afternoon has settled over the city like a pall. The shadows grow long and shade is easier to find, but offers less relief from the heat as brick and stone continues to radiate like a furnace.

Gamila and Dana both have Endure Elements up. It really is the best spell ever invented.

Gamila leads Dana away from the Temple's campus and into the Rose Quarter.