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Claire had been relieved to hear radio that morning. If the phones were screwy, it meant Cal probably hadn't intentionally not called her back.

She hoped.

She guessed she would find out during the meeting, anyhow. Right. She waited for most of the people who had signed up before starting to talk.

"Hey, I'm Claire. Thanks for signing up for this. It's really just to hang out and make stuff, and maybe we'll do an art show at the end of term if people are into it. I am way, way open to other ideas, though, so let me know if you have any.

"I was going to ask people to, like, bring something they were proud of to share today? But my phone was sort of blowing up at me yesterday so I never sent the email. So that's next week. This week, I got out all the drawing supplies" -- she gestured at a table heaped with pencils, crayons, ink and brushes, and other ~~moddable~~ media -- "so I thought we could just do that during the meeting. Maybe pair up and draw each other if you really feel creative? And like I said, next week we should each bring something and we can do show and tell."

"Oh, and Ms. Aldrin is our sponsor. She rocks."

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"Hence," and he spread his hands.

"Good enough reason," Katchoo decided with a nod. "If you'd said something like 'I'm here to try and find myself through art' I might've had to barf."

He shook his head with a faint smile.

"No, nothing like that."

"Thank God." She really did look relieved. "So far this isn't looking like a bunch of people all full of themselves about being artists, and I don't think Aldrin's gonna be talking a ton of pretentious crap at us either," she added with a brief cant of her head toward where their advisor ~~presumably~~ was.

"Was it a terrible danger, that happening?"

Once again, no sarcasm. The idea was just entirely alien to him.

"What, with her?" Katchoo snorted a laugh. "Kinda doubting it."

It wasn't a bad thing.

"I like Professor Aldrin," he admitted with a smile, "She's very... no nonsense."

Katchoo had to concede agreement witn another brief nod. "Without being just this side of evil, yeah."

She might still hold a grudge against Miss Beem, the drama teacher at Puncture High, for being evil to Francine. Just might.

"Thankfully, I've never had an 'evil' teacher here. Just, well, an unfortunately unpleasant one. Or two."

Professor Beaubier didn't count. Except for that one class.

Katchoo ran a hand through her hair, swore when she realized she had charcoal highlights now, and grunted a laugh. "Don't know what it is about this place, but even if some of the teachers are frikkin' certifiable I don't think any of 'em have been the kind of sadistic bastards normal high schools tend to get."

She would've just loved Umbridge.

"I wouldn't really know," he told her with a small smile of his own. "This is the first school I ever attended. I'm just glad I'm not terribly behind with everything."

"You didn't miss much," said Katchoo, in her bleak and stubborn assurance that high schools the multiverse over were Made of Evil. "Whole hell of a lot of people being stupid, and shallow, and generally blind."

She was such a ray of sunshine.

"Much like the rest of the world then," he said without much vehemence. He didn't so much hate the world as it was as accept it with all the ugly spots.

"Pretty much, just . . . more concentrated, somehow." This, with no small amount of bitterness; Liir was definitely the better person of the two of them here even if she'd never admit as much. "The stupidity's just as bad, but pettier."

"I will take your word for it, then, and be thankful."

He breathed out thoughtfully.

"Should I leave you be to get to work, though? I did mean what I said..."

He didn't want in anyone's way.

. . . well, most people were, technically, in Katchoo's way if you asked her. She shrugged -- she did that a lot. "If you wanna get to work I won't stop you," she said simply.

He could usually figure out when people wanted to get on with their own business.

He slipped back and nodded his head.

Then he went off without another, unnecessary, word.

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