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Library [Sunday, March 9]

With his new decision to NEVER EVER DRIVE, Lee was choosing today to spend looking up alternate methods of transportation. So far, street luge seemed like the fastest, most exciting and Lee had already thrown out rollerskating (way too girly) and using a pogo stick (because ow).

He even had a list. He was determined to be productive.

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"Eventually," Adah mused, "I'll be able to actually tell the difference between the two. Until then, though, I'll have to admit, I'm going to go ahead and consider it all to be genuine."

"Har har," Lee said, mock laughing. "And until then, I'm going to consider my hair more awesome than yours."

Adah frowned at him skeptically. "Awesome, perhaps," she allowed. "Mine's prettier, though, and it covers the smarter brain, so I'll let you take your awesome."

"Mine covers the prettier brain," Lee said even though he had no idea what that even meant.

"Only on account of the fact that yours is a finer specimen on the fact that it functions like it's supposed to." Adah had to admit that she straightened a little more and narrowed her eyes a bit past the playful in response to that. "If we were to slice your head open and slice mine open and compare the two, yours wouldn't have one side of it all wilted and deteriorated from the fact that it isn't any good But if you want to have the prettier brain between us, I'm absolutely fine with that, because the prettier ones are always stupider."

"Hey, hey," he said, frowning a little. "I wasn't talking about cutting open anything and comparing. I was just teasing. I wasn't calling anything like that into account."

Adah held up a finger for a moment, before she let his reaction turn her own into a slight, vague smirk and declared, "Genuine cluelessness, there. You should know by now that even at the slightest hint of an opportunity to cut something up, I'll seize it."

"No cutting me," he said, putting a hand to his heart. "I'm allergic to cutting."

"First man in history to be allergic to stainless steel," Adah muttered lightly as she eyed him skeptically. "Saying such things only makes the desire increase. You're just lucky I tend to kind of like you; you're a treasure trove of things to get my names into the medical journals, so that inkling of affection is the only thing saving you from becoming a walking piece of human Swiss cheese."

"I could be so boring," he told her. "So dull and normal though!"

Lightly, Adah shook her head. "Nah," she said. "I doubt it."

"If you say so," he said and smiled. "You just can't get mad if I am found to be a dull person. Could happen."

Adah bit her lip at that, thoughtfully watching him as her brain quite clearly was working to argue that point. "I don't know if I can agree to that," she admitted. "I won't be able to help getting mad at you, because I can't help but feel that if I were to find out that you're really dull, then you simply weren't trying hard enough to be interesting."

He smirked at her and then laughed. "Oh, I try to be interesting all the time. Sometimes interesting to one person isn't to the other. I could be dull when you open me up, not that I'm giving you permission, and find me just a regular old person."

"Which is still interesting," Adah said. "I'm in the wrong business if I cut someone open and can't find anything interesting. Regular old anatomy wouldn't be as interesting, but everyone's insides are different, and everyone's insides are interesting. Some just more than others."

"My insides thank you," Lee said and laughed. "They'll just stay hidden for now, though. Until I don't need them anymore."

"Fair enough," Adah nodded slightly. "But only because your outsides are probably just as interesting as your insides. That is a compliment, by the way. I can't say the same for most people."

"I try," he said, shrugging and grinning. "Spend as much time with a boring brother as I did, I'd better be interesting."

"Oh, he couldn't be that boring, could he?" Adah asked.

"He's more boring than me so yes, he's that boring," Lee said. "Very boring."

"Impressive; I wouldn't say I liked my sisters, but I couldn't say that they weren't interesting." And then Adah smirked. "Maybe it's a male thing. Boring just comes with the testosterone."

"Boring," he said, holding up a finger. "And awesome hair."

"Oh. Yes." Adah gave a direly serious and ashamed nod for her oversight. "Of course. How could I have possibly have forgotten the awesome hair?"

"It happens," he said and gave his hair a little pat. "Just as long as it doesn't happen again."

Adah quirked an eyebrow. "What happens if it does happen again? Besides a blow to your poor, fragile, awesome haired ego?"

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