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"I think you've all had your fair share of horror last week," Mitchell announced, "But I'm fairly sure half your teachers are going to give you movie classes now, so I thought I'd try and get creative."

Fear, class. Fear.

"That's why we've gathered in the Danger Shop today," he continued. "I thought it would be nice for some hands-on practice. See, we've got all of these fears we're working on and working with, but many of them, as I've said, come down to what we fear in ourselves."

A pause.

"These things tend to start in childhood," he said, "And work their way up. So today, we are going to be regressing."

He opened the door behind him and revealed--

"Today, you're going to Eurodisney!" A pause. "I'll be expecting at least two of you to get into a fight," he said, solemnly. "If you do, use something padded."

A beat, in case they thought he'd completely lost it-- "If you need me this week, I'll be spending most of it in Bristol. So use the phone."

And that would appear to be it.

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Kate had cotton candy instead of popcorn, this time.

Cotton candy, and an amused expression. "You are such a dork."

"I'm not sure whether to feel insulted or not," Mitchell muttered, flicking a kernel of popcorn her way.

"I could also call you childish, if that'd help?" Kate offered with a snicker. And a slight dodge.

"This is a lesson in regression," Mitchell pointed out, sagely. "You're supposed to be the childish one, or you're doing it wrong."

"I like to run counter to expectations," Kate shrugged, then added mock-haughtily, "And I'm an old soul. Can't do regression."

Someone was happy to have the hallucinatory fog and monster business over and done with, yes.

Or she'd already had too much candy. One of those.

Mitchell snorted. "Trust me," he said, "The older you get, the easier regression becomes."

She should meet Ivan some day. Get that thought right out of her head.

"I wonder if that's why T seems to be getting more and more immature as time goes by..."

No, that was happening because Kate would be older than T soon enough.

She picked at her cotton candy and shrugged. "Anyway. Can't say I'm complaining about the whole Eurodisney thing."

"Well, if you cultural barbarians won't go to Europe, I'll bring Europe to you," he joked, taking another bite of popcorn.

Kate glanced around, then raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, and you brought us about the most American thing you could possibly find."

"I'm easing you in gently."

"See, now I'm gonna spend all of my next class fighting the urge to ask Algren why he couldn't ease us into it all with Disneyland Tokyo," Kate told him. "And that's going to be your fault."

"Now, Kate," Mitchell said, shooting her a reproving look, "You're not going to talk me into speaking ill of my fellow professors."

It was a miracle he could refer to himself as a professor without cracking up.

No worries, Kate could do the cracking up for him. Which meant she didn't really reply to that, other than by snickering and giving him an amused look.

Mitchell grinned.

"I really," he said, "shouldn't be commenting on anyone else's teaching style."

"That sounds more like it," Kate nodded, still grinning a little. "And don't worry, I'm not going to try to talk you into doing that."

"We've got a deal, then," he decided. "Figured out where you're going to run away to next?"

"Not yet, really," she shrugged. "I mean, I figure I have to stick around until Thursday evening before I can leave, anyway. Now that I'm not all panicky about getting the fuck out of here."

Mitchell nodded. "Fair enough," he decided. "I'm grabbing a portal sometime tomorrow, so I won't be in."

"But what will I do with my Wednesday without your office hours?" Kate wondered, smirking and picking up some more cotton candy to put in her mouth.

"You could try weeping," he suggested.

"I thought something more along the lines of breaking into your office and hanging out there anyway."

Mitchell glanced up. "Don't even think about it," he warned.

"I already thought about it," she had to point out, snickering. "I'm very attached to my routines!"

She wasn't even there every Wednesday.

"I'll put in some tripwire," he warned. "You'll have to earn those MI5 points."

"I'd rather have ~~debt collector~~ CIA points, thanks. And what exactly do you keep in there that you so desperately want to keep me away from?"

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