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Professor Chaucer's Office Hours, Tuesday

Again, Professor Chaucer is in his office. It might seem strange that he's nursing a hangover this late in the day. But that should give you some idea of how much drinking he did last night.

Still, he's functioning if you need to talk.

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Anger and sadness and frustration and helplessness race around inside her. So many things she wants to talk about. Geoff would get it. He would. But he has a point. She marvels at how something in her seems to demand instant gratification. Greedy. Selfish. Invincible. Man, Ten's a good kisser. I wonder if I have any more food? Geoff has a point. I should see if he'll dye my hair too. Huh? Snapping back to the now, she nods.

"Yeah."

Looking back up at CJ, Geoff nods as well. "If...we don't hear anything from them in a couple of weeks, I'll go to Alexandria with you. If you still want to go then. Just to see if we can find out how they are."

She smiles just a little , and it fades almost immediately. "Kay. Thanks."

Sighing dramatically, she kicks one leg up onto the back of the couch. Then the other. Then she turns herself upside down and stares at him.

"Tell me a poem?"

"You can only listen to poetry when you're standing on your head?" Geoff smiles.

"If you wish, milady. Although yesterday you had no use for my poems," he reminds her. "So today you one that isn't mine. But it's pretty good, all the same."

Sitting back in his chair a bit, Geoff recites a poem.

"Voi ch'ascoltate in rime sparse il suono
di quei sospiri ond'io nudriva 'l core
in sul mio primo giovenile errore
quand'era in parte altr'uom da quel ch'i' sono,

del vario stile in ch'io piango et ragiono
fra le vane speranze e 'l van dolore,
ove sia chi per prova intenda amore,
spero trovar pietà, nonché perdono.

Ma ben veggio or sí come al popol tutto
favola fui gran tempo, onde sovente
di me mesdesmo meco mi vergogno;

et del mio vaneggiar vergogna è 'l frutto,
e 'l pentersi, e 'l conoscer chiaramente
che quanto piace al mondo è breve sogno."

Eyes closed she smiles and plays with her hair. "You couldn't have picked something in French I could have understood? You're a meanie."

Righting herself, she laughs. "Thanks Geoff.

Laughing, Geoff replies, "Sit back down and I'll tell you one in French if you like. Or would you like me to translate that one into French? I can do that too, you know."

"That's cuz you've got a talented mouth." she grins at him and leans forward. "And that sounds really gross coming from me now, huh?"

"It sounds...a little strange, yes," Geoff answers, chuckling. "But the sentiment is understood. Just...try not to do that anymore until you're grown up again, all right?"

She grins and gets an utterly wicked look, "What, come on to you? Come on poet..."

Geoff rolls his eyes. "Between you and Ten, I'm going to end up in an institution. Begone with you, wench! Go and do something...that won't get you thrown in jail."

He returns the grin.

Moving toward him, she wraps her arms around him and kisses his cheek. "Sure thing, old man. Don't get caught, that's a good lesson to learn." Laughing sweetly, she heads back into her office and sits. Cheered up, she's not even mean to Lana. (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/548373.html?thread=25954325#t25954325)

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