fandomhigh | Oh the Humanity!: Friendship is International Adventure, Thursday, period 1

Pinkie waited for the students today wearing large mirrored sunglasses and several dozen paper shopping bags tucked at crazy angles across her withers and around her front legs. "Hiya everypony!" she called, waving frantically and setting the bags rustling and fluttering in a way that indicated in so uncertain terms that they were all entirely empty. "Hope you're ready for some super fun times today! We're going shopping!"

Eliot was dressed -- exactly like he would any other day of the week. Up to and including the incredulous expression he was shooting Pinkie. "If you wanna go shopping," he said. "You don't have to go shopping. We're not takin' a field trip to a mall or anything."

"Ooooo, we should totally do that!"

Eliot ignored her. "Today we're visitin' one of the largest and most economically successful cities in the world -- and one of my personal favorites: Seoul, South Korea." He looked around specifically for Kathy, then went back to addressing the entire class. "There is far too much to do in this city in one trip. I recommend pickin' one thing: shopping, sure, or a historical tour if that's your thing, or checkin' out one of their theme parks, or even just explorin' along the river, maybe, and keepin' the place in mind for future vacations."

"ENOUGH CHIT-CHAT!" Pinkie declared, bags flying again. "Let's go hit the town!!"

Eliot actually smiled a little at that. He was looking forward to seeing what Seoul made of a talking pink pony.

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"Well. I suppose if you're gonna be all logical about it. . . ."

"Besides, you'd miss your favorite TA if she didn't stick around for her last semester on the island at least a little bit," Kathy said, dimpling at him.

"Darlin', I'm gonna miss you no matter when you leave."

Yeah, Eliot was getting a giant hug for that, armful of grocery bags or not. "I'm going to miss you too, Seonsaeng-nim," she said.

As a rule, Eliot didn't blush. But that got him pretty damn close. Hardison would be making all sorts of knowing noises if he saw the two of them right now.

"Guess that just means you'll have to come back and visit plenty."

Hardison had an entire 'Eliot has feelings'song for times like this.

"As often as possible," Kathy promised, then amended it to, "Well, possible and feasible. I'll still have to work and study hard. But I doubt I'll be gone for too long. This place is like my home."

Of course Eliot had feelings. He just most often chose to express them in growl form.

"You'll always have one in Fandom, definitely," Eliot assured her. "You ain't gotta worry about hotel rooms or anything after you're outta the dorms. I got plenty of space, and that house is practically empty half the time, anyway."

More than half. It was a bit of work dragging Hardison away from his tech toys even just for a night at Eliot's place, after all.

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Hey, he'd started bringing his toys over to leave at Eliot's place for those nights away!

"Really?" Kathy beamed. "I would love that!"

It might not always work out, considering the people she could be visiting in Fandom, but Kathy couldn't deny the appeal of having somewhere to that that wasn't the impersonal warmth of the hotel, nice as it was.

"We could cook together!"

"I'd like that," Eliot said. "Fair warnin', though, I can be kind of a hardass in the kitchen."

Ninja chef, they'd called him. Or course, that might have something to do with him not even bothering with an alias on that job. . . .

"Can't be any worse than cooking for my dad," Kathy said with an easy shrug. "And if I'm cooking Korean, I've got an easy way to get you to back off."

Like 'I learned to make bulgogi from my mom, what Korean woman taught you?'

"Oh yeah?" Eliot asked, curious. "And what's that?"

"You sass my cooking and I'll point out the women inmy family have been cooking this kind of food exactly this way for centuries. Then set you to pickling the kimchi in punishment for questioning my methods."

Eliot laughed. "Noted. Can't really argue with that kinda pedigree."

"Of course, as soon as I try anything that's not Korean, all bets are off," she said, chuckling along with him. "So you'll get to chide me eventually."

Though it would never be for a lack of diligence in the kitchen. That just wasn't Kathy's style. For anywherw, really.

"Hey, I make helpful suggestions."

Some of his helpful suggestions were angrier than others. Especially in the kitchen. He was no Gordon Ramsey, but that was mostly because he did more cold glaring than yelling.

"And in what tone are those helpful suggestions delivered?" Kathy asked, huffing a small laugh.

"Firm authority." Or as some might call it, his 'you're lucky I don't kill anymore' voice.

"Mmmhmm," Kathy said. "And if I asked the staff at Luke's? How would they describe it, you think?"

"They don't count."

"Eliot," Kathy tsked. "That's not very nice! Employees count, come on! What if I have to come back and work in the diner some summer for extra cash?"

"I ain't their teacher!" Eliot said. "It's a whole different dynamic with employees."

He'd still correct Kathy if she worked for him, though. She was never getting out of the student role with him.

Honestly? She didn't want to. She'd be happy being fifty and still benefiting from Eliot's Teachable Moments.

"I've never been one," Kathy confessed. "Well, I mean, I work for Barry's Ethics Committee, which means every so often I get to look at his latest project and then point out all the ways it could be used for evil. I get a paycheck--" A paycheck generous enough she felt bad about it, especially considering the amount of actual work she did. "--but it's not really the same thing."

Eliot shrugged. "Sounds real enough to me." Of course, as Nate would point out, it wasn't like the Leverage members were known for their 'real' job experience. "There are plenty of folks who get paid for consultancy work. And most of 'em don't even need to get taken down for bein' corrupt."

"Right, but I mean I've never gotten yelled at by my boss or had to worry about missing a shift or coming in late or whatever," Kathy said. "Considering I once threatened to wash my boss's mouth out with soap if he swore at me again, I feel like I might not have the best idea of what the typical employer-employee relationship looks like."

". . . Did you actually wash his mouth out?"

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