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"What do they look like?" asked Janet. "I find that gold matches just about anything." She grinned back. "I'd better look great. Idiot Boy can see pictures later and realize what he missed out on." Janet shook her head. "I have no clue. I was going to corner her for an answer last night, but I didn't get a chance to."

"They're silver, Art Deco dangles (http://www.faycullen.com/earrings/400/de226e4d.html). They were my mom's." Parker smiled a little. "Idiot Boy really is oblivious, isn't he? Everyone's freaking out about Prom, and he probably wonders if we're worried about Finals." She shook her head. "I missed seeing what Isabel got too; I'll have to stop by and check it out. We're all going to look absolutely terrific." Parker sighed. "I just hope the decorations are as well done. The guy with the ice sculptures hasn't called me back."

"They sound lovely. And the fact that they're family heirlooms makes it even better." Janet's not going to think about how all her jewelry from before was passed on to Cassandra. She's not. "You have no idea how oblivious he can be," said Janet, sighing and rolling her eyes. "He's probably been buried in translating something written in an ~~alien~~ obscure language for the past month. Isabel was looking for red, classy, revealing, yet not trampy. I think she went through every rack in the store. So--do you have a date? And maybe the ice sculptures guy hasn't called you back because he's working on them?"

With any luck, no ice sculptures would come to life and attack them during prom. They'd had snow monsters already, so it wasn't like this was improbable.

"He better be. I ordered them a week ago, he said he'd have them ready. How hard can it be to carve an ice castle?" Parker sighed, then grinned. "Oh, that's right, you don't know, I haven't seen you for a while-- Jarod. My date is Jarod. We're dating. A lot."

And there's a spinny-chair of wheee! moment there.

"We can always grab Idiot Boy after the Prom, and throw him in the duck pond, you know."

"Ice sculpture isn't really my forte," said Janet. She leaned back on the Collections Desk and grinned at Parker's spinny-chair moment. "We've both been awfully busy. So it's not 'just friends' any more? Good. To be honest, I thought you guys would be good together, but I didn't want to say anything." She'd meddled with Sam and Jack's non-relationship, after all, and look how poorly that had turned out.

"Suggest that to me again after they've spiked the punch," said Janet. "Because I'm already tempted now."

"Nope, not 'just' friends. Friends and way more than benefits or anything else that goes with it." Parker hugged herself. "And I appreciate that you didn't, actually. It took me a while to figure out, and Jarod as well. I don't think anything could've made it happen faster. ~~God knows our writers weren't helping.~~"

"Count on it. We'll get a conga line of volunteers, and shanghai him to City Park." She grinned. "After we've danced with all the guys and had a great time, of course."

"I think you'd have dug in your heels if anyone had tried to push you into something you weren't ready for," said Janet, grinning. "Besides, I can't talk about taking a while to figure things out." ~~Let's just line the writers up and smack them.~~

"Wait, dance?" Janet rolled her eyes. "I'm being forced to go to prom and now I'm expected to dance too?"

"Yeah. Thank God Jarod is a lot more patient than I am." Parker grinned. "So, yeah. It's going good. And I have a date for prom, which puts me ahead of Jaye. I hope she's enjoying the alcohol I left for her."

Snickering, Parker said, "Oh, come on. It's not like they're asking us to foxtrot or anything. I'll even poke Jarod to go dance with you, if you want."

"Parker, a weetiny bunny on speed has more patience than you do," said Janet. She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, rub it in, why don't you?"

"That's good, because I can't foxtrot to save my life," said Janet. She shrugged. "Sure, I'll dance with Jarod. According to Sam, I may even have fun at the dance."

"That's not entirely true," Parker protested. "I can wait. Given sufficient motivation." WHich usually isn't on offer, let's be honest.

"Hey, if nothing else? I bet we'll get to see Angel and Aeryn in tiaras. There is nothing that couldn't make that fun."

"Maybe not entirely," said Janet, bemused. "But mostly true. Not that it matters; if you can put up with me being cranky, I can handle you having no patience."

Janet head collapsed on the Collections Desk as she started laughing.

Parker's giggling wasn't stopping any time soon either.

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