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[He might have thought to lock it if he hadn't been so excited with his news.]

Oh my god! Okay, okay. So maybe this place isn't so bad. I got magic. That's apparently my gifty boon thing for getting my ass handed to me by the invading hoard.

[He pauses, blinking and grinning down at the locket.]

I'm actually living a video game now. I feel like I just leveled up. Now all I need's a familiar. But look. Look!

[He waves around a staff, then points the locket at the books that had arrived with the staff, symbols emblazoned on them and looking exactly like what they were; spell books.]

Dude, I'm a freaking magician. Wizard? Sorcerer? I don't really know yet, but I can do stuff. See?

[He'd already poured through part of a book and had memorized one incantation. He repeated it, the tip of his staff glowing before the comforter on his bed caught fire.]

Oh... uh, no. No, shit. No, wait I didn't, hey! Hey! Stop. Finito! FLAME OFF! FLAME! OFF!

[He drops the locket and the staff and goes to pull the comforter off to toss in the fireplace. Have fun watching that debacle.]

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[ she must confess she's witnessed some of that grossness directed straight at her. ]

Then I consider myself fortunate to have never been in a...a room like that. Did you say a locked room?

What? ... oh, no. No, a locker room. It's, ah, it's a place where guys go to stash their gym clothes, or... I don't know, tourney clothes? Jousting knight gear? And it's kind of guys only and has showers and stuff and they're just...

Never mind. It's not a place you ever want to go.

I doubt it ever will be. [ a place she wants to go. too many men; too much impropriety. ]

Yeah, I can't really blame you for that. But hey, girls have locker rooms too.

[Which had showers. Large, group showers. Cheerleaders showering.

Excuse him a minute for having a teenage boy fantasy.]

Yes. We have our parlours and our sewing rooms.

Hah, no. Not what I was talking about. There's, ah, there's girl locker rooms. For when they do sports.

[Or cheerleading. Or stripping.

~~STOP, STILES~~]

Sports? Like -- hunting?

[ that is considered sporting. ]

What? No. Um, there's not a lot of hunting in my day. Well, there is, but not really... um... the same. I mean like... soccer? Basketball? Volleyball...

[Women's volleyball. In bikinis.]

...This isn't the same as that game with the bird and the pipes, is it? That poor creature--

[ sorry someone tried to explain flappy bird to her the other day. ]

The bird with the... no. No, there's not usually any birds in sports. It's like... teams. Teams of one group trying to get points on another. Think jousting, but with less, uh, armor and dying and blood.

I don't know why anyone would play such games.

[ or she would. she does. she doesn't like the blood. but sansa knows that everyone else seems to. ]

What, jousting? Or stuff like sports?

The...sports. I imagine many would find it dull.

Depends on the sport, I guess. Golf is dull. Basketball's okay. Vollyball... is nice to watch.

...Why is it nice?

[ she should have learned better than to ask, really. at this point. ]

Um...

[Don't mention boobs or girls in bikinis...]

It's just... it's nice. You'd have to, ah, see it. Or something. I don't know. Some sports are acquired tastes.

A taste I shall perhaps never acquire, then.

Hey, you never know. Maybe we'll start a lacrosse team here. Or... something else. I don't know.

[Probably not, but hey, a guy could dream.]

Is that your taste, then? This...lacrosse.

Well, it's what I play at school, yeah. It's not so bad. A little on the tackly side sometimes, but nothing like football.

...I would know how it's played. When I am returned, perhaps you and I might meet a moment and you could explain it to me?

I'd like that. I mean, if you're sure you want to hear me ramble on about lacrosse. I'm not the best player or anything, but it's an okay game.

I want to say I am an excellent listener, Stiles.

[ once that wasn't so true. she might have rolled her eyes and told someone to shut up. but these days...so long as someone was sitting at a comfortable distance and telling her about things that did not hurt her, she was eager to open her ears. ]

Well, then... I guess we can have a little lacrosse chat when you get back here. Just make sure you tell your sourfaced grump in shining armor to make sure you make it in one piece.

-- Yes. Of course. I'll...I'll try.

Thank you.

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