Open Sociology Lab : 11/22

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom opens the lab, still exceedingly chipper. He opens the shades and then pulls a boom box out of his bottom desk drawer, and cranks up Houses of the Holy.

He then drags two card tables out at the front of the class room.

One has a display on calculating time of death with blowfly and fleshfly development data.

One has two pies, Pumpkin and Cherry, that he, no shit, baked himself.


Pie, bugs, and Led Zeppelin. He's a happy, happy man.


[OOC: Come stop by! Bug him about anything. I am primed to write some bizarre scientific explanations for unusual phenomena today. What? I had a half day at work, and Passions starts in 20 minutes. *heh*]

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[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

She's his cherry pie--oh, I'm going to hell for that.

*She accepts the plate with a smile of thanks.* Going anywhere over the break?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm rocking out to Zeppelin, not Warrant. *smirk*

"No, I'm afraid. My mother has a boyfriend, apparently, and is spending the holiday with his family. I was invited, but... I'll see her at Christmas. And you?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Nothing but the rattle of the office heater. Woe.

*She shakes her head.* My brother does his own thing--we were never big on holidays in my family.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He gives her a soft smile, and then realizes he can actually touch her without getting smacked for it, so he runs a hand soothingly down her arm.

"Would you like to come over for dinner? I was going to make myself a steak and call it a day, but if you wanted to have a real meal..."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

And here I was just planning on stir-fry and rice. *She laughs a bit. Not as nervous as she might have been.* How about we each make our own thing and just eat together?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"That works," he says, glad he doesn't have to try and figure out tofurkey. Even the word kind of hurts his brain.

"Do you watch football?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

If by watch you mean mock, then yes, I do. *A wider grin.* Most Thanksgivings, I just watch the parades.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Well, it is the Lions. They are mockable by definition," he smiles, and then realizes she may not even know what he's talking about. "But we can watch the parades... or whatever. Those balloons can contain 15,000 cubic feet of helium and weigh over 500 pounds."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Seems like such a waste of resources, but for some reason I keep watching. My mother liked the parades... *she trails off, happy that she can remember the good times now.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps it isn't a waste of resources if it creates happy memories for so many people..." he says quietly.

"I spoke to Greg on the phone yesterday, by the way. You'll be happy to know he threatened my life at least twice, although in very clever ways I was suitably impressed by." He pauses, "He's a good friend, isn't he?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

A better friend than most would give him credit for, *she says contemplatively.* Nicky would tell me he saw me as a sister--but Greg actually follows through with that.

*She chuckles.* I'm sure he was also gloating over the fact that Catherine now owes him $100 due to an outstanding bet.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He smiles, caught up in a train of thought.

"What are you doing for Christmas? Do you have plans yet?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Same thing I do every year. Curl up with books and try to catch up with my reading. Interspersed with calls to and from family and friends. *She's finished her piece by now and filches another.*

You?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Come home with me," he says with no further explanation.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Home with you? *She is a little surprised. Just a little. Okay, a lot. But she is smiling.* Help me with my sign language?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Of course," he smiles. "You wouldn't mind if my mother stays with us at the townhouse, would you? She doesn't like the hotels in Vegas. Ot the Strip. Or... anything, really. We can invite everyone over for a meal before shift that is still in town. Judy's been house-sitting for me on occasion, maybe I could get her to buy a tree..."

He's a man with a plan, and just a little giddy. As much as he can be giddy.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't mind. And it would be good to see everyone again. *She has plans. Holiday Plans. With Grissom. Please hold, Sara's mind has been taken over by a fit of girlish glee.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I am going to need to buy a new couch. I brought the old one with me here. Do you know anything about furniture? I need something people will actually sit on and not act as if it is a torture device."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Only way to figure that out is to do active furniture shopping, i.e., testing the furniture itself, rather than wandering into a store, looking around in a panic, and buying something at random just to get out. *She might be teasing.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Is there an offer to help me somewhere in that pile of sarcasm?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Possibly.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"What do I have to do to convince you?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

What kind of couch were you thinking? Regular, entertainment, sofabed? Leather, pleather, faux-fur? What colors would you absolutely object to?

*Well, he asked didn't he?*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes, with good humor. Two can play this game.

"Something with a lot of room... for guests. Fabric that won't chafe or stick. Maybe something Scotchguarded."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Best thing to do may be just to go to a furniture outlet and find something. *This is frighteningly domestic. But she's not wearing heels or an apron. Unless asked nicely.*