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Dr. Pierson's Office Hours

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Lana comes in hesitantly. "Professor Methos? I need to miss class on Tuesday. I'm getting married - well, not married-married -" She blushes violently and takes a breath to start over.

"What I mean is, I'm supposed to help out some friends for this wedding thing they're doing for Sex Cultures, but it meets at the same time as our class. I'll make up the work, do extra essays or whatever, I swear," she says intensely.

Methos props his chin on his hand. "So you need to miss class to... get married and have sex? In a classroom, no less. Is this going to take the entire class period? Because Dr. Grissom's classroom is just across the hall. Of course, if it does take you an entire class period to get married and have sex, I do understand how that is vastly more entertaining than medieval history."

Lana's eyes got huge. "Oh no, Sir. Nothing like - no I'm sure that's not what it is at all! And I don't know if it would take the whole class and certainly if it doesn't I would come back here. It's -" she looks utterly panicked for a moment.

She stops and tries to regain a little composure. "It's a sort of demonstration of different types of marriage ceremonies and a friend asked me to help with his and my boyfriend is marrying my other friend in a medieval ceremony. Well, not marrying-marrying..." Her voice trails off and she looks up at him a bit hopelessly. "I'm just making things worse, aren't I?"

Methos isn't really even trying to hide the fact that he's laughing. "Relax, Ms. Lang. Permission to miss class in order to marry or be married or what-have-you, granted. Please come to my office the hour following, if you would, and I'll fill you in -- unless that's the honeymoon?"

No, he's really not going to let it drop.

Lana's still red, but looking more relieved. "Yes, Sir, thank you. And I'll definitely come by the hour following. No honeymoon - or at least I don't think there is."

She manages a bit of a cheeky grin. "Thank you. I'd invite you to my wedding, but well, I understand you have class."

He grins back. "If I had class, would I enjoy tormenting you this much?"

She can't help it. She starts to giggle. "You do seem to be having entirely too much fun with the situation, yes, Sir."

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