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We are not playing this game.

We're not? Why aren't we playing this game?

Yes, yes, yes, and yes depending. Why do you ask?

What? You wear a bra? Seriously?

[That wasn't what he'd thought she meant, but why not go with it?]

It's really hard to find one the right size, you know? You gotta have the right support.

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[Well, he did say 'yes' to all the options...]

Okay, now you're just shitting me...

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How do you know I haven't worn a bra? [It had been after he'd been turned into a woman by a pissed off Succubus but, he had worn a bra...]

Pffffffffffffffffft! You're a guy. Guys don't wear bras.

[Pause for sensitivity check of other possibilities.]

Unless, you know, you're a woman trapped in a man's body and in the middle of reasserting your gender or... a transvestive or a drag queen. They use bras.

[Small frown.]

I think.

[He laughed.] Yeah they do.

There's another reason. I was actually a woman briefly. Never piss off a succubus, by the way.

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[How much alcohol has she consumed? It wasn't that much... was it?]

Sorry, what?

Barbara laughed. "Don't you think we should get to know each other a bit better first?"

Ariadne tipped her glass toward the red-haired woman and smiled.

"It's just a general question," she said, not quite slurring yet: Tipsy, not drunk. "What you wear, depending on whether you're a guy or a girl... though I guess girls could wear boxers... or briefs... Maybe guys wear bras, you know... if there's a reason or... or because of that song..."

Barbara raised her own glass of red wine with a smile. "I've seen it happen. Normally for a prank. And you first." Her smile curled slightly. "Maybe I'll let you check later."

Come on, Arthur. It won't hurt.

She smiled and flushed a little. She wasn't into females, as far as she knew, though this one was certainly pretty. She figured it was the alcohol that made her let the suggestion hang there.

"I wear a bra, except for swimming, of course. You?"

Ariadne had another sip of her wine.

The amalgam of both. Form and functionality. [ Dry. ]

See? that didn't hurt!

Though I didn't know you wore a bra...

[ He sighs, mildly amused. ] Boxer briefs.

Barbara smiled. "You try doing Parkour without a bra. It's not going to work." She took a sip of her own wine.

[The light goes on.]

Oooooooooooooooooh. That makes more sense.

[She has another sip of wine.]

Are they comfy?

Ariadne looked intrigued. "Parkour? That's the art of travelling via structures, right? I've seen people doing that around the city..."

Barbara nodded. "It's fun. Free-running. And there are some incredible short cuts in this city."

[ He clicks his tongue to chide Ariadne. Rolling his own wine around the glass he held. ]

That -- [ Ducking his head to laugh. ]

I am not going to encourage you further. Assume that they are and move on.

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"Yeah? I don't know this place very well. I'm just here for work." She sighed. At least she wasn't still stuck in an airport, waiting for her next flight. It was nice to have a bit of a break.

[At least he's laughing. That's better than getting told off. She smiles.]

Okay. I'll assume they're comfy, but I had to ask. You should never assume, you know.

[She leans closer, as if sharing a serious piece of information.]

It makes an ass of you and me...

"It's not for everyone. And you need to be really good to do it well somewhere you don't know." Barbara smiled. "What do you do that means you travel so much?"

"It must be a lot of fun." She poked at her plate of pasta, wondering if she had room for any more of it. "I'm an architect, well, almost. So, I build stuff."

Barbara frowned. "An architect doesn't build things herself unless...?" She raised one eyebrow. "Dreams?" And she apparently had no problems finishing her own pasta - but she was in the same sort of conditioning as most athletes.

[ He smirks, and nods in solemnity. ] I'll make a note of that. Thank you for sharing.

You're welcome.

[She sits back and looks around the small, quiet restaurant.]

This is nice, just... relaxing, doing something normal...

That was unexpected and it threw her a little. "Uh... Architect, you know? Building... buildings?" What had made this woman think about dreams?

[ Arthur glances around, and slowly leans back in his seat. ]

That's a relative term. [ He reaches for his glass, and sips. ] But, I agree.

Barbara blinked. "Sorry. I'm used to architects being designers, not building anything themselves." She rolled her eyes. "With some of Frank Gehry's work demonstrating this."

[She actually giggles a little. Damn wine.]

What, 'normal'? Everyone has a different definition, I guess.

Ooops. Damn wine. She decided to focus on the architect.

"Oh, he's brilliant. He was born in Toronto, you know." As a Canadian, she was proud of that little detail. "His designs are incredible. Did you know he used to build things out of scrap, miniature cities and stuff, when he was a kid? To keep him 'occupied' at his father's hardware store?"

Then she thought of something else. "Wait, how do you know about Gehry?"

[ He tilts his head, smiling slightly. ] Our definition of the word varies wildly when compared to others, wouldn't you think?

"I'm a librarian with a photographic memory and he's famous." Barbara shrugged. "I'm not meant to have heard of the person who managed to make a a building that turned the sidewalk so hot you could fry an egg on it?"

"Oh," she said, trying not to show her relief too much. "That would do it, yeah. That must be a wonderful gift, the whole 'photographic memory' thing. My memory id pretty good, but not like that." Ariadne still wanted to know why the woman had thought of dreaming, but she didn't know how to ask.

Absolutely! There's nothing 'normal' about our lives, when compared with... well, how my life was before I met Cobb. It's not like Harry Potter weird... Hold on, maybe it is. I feel like a wizard when compared to 'mundanes'. And most people don't know about it...

"It has its moments." Barbara smiled, then her eyes clouded. "But it's a very mixed blessing. There are some things I'd rather forget." Barbara raised her glass and took a drink. "To games, building, and underwear."

[ The edge of his mouth twitches. ] You are not comparing yourself to a wizard. It isn't magic. It's science. And you are a extremely talented architecture student.

Of course it's science, Arthur. I'm comparing the circumstances. We do incredible things, under extraordinary circumstances and most people wouldn't believe me if I told them what I did.

[There's a little blush here.]

Thanks. I hope, some day, to be an extremely talented architecture graduate.

Ariadne thought it best not to ask about the things Barbara would want to forget. Instead, she raised her own glass and said, "Here-here," before taking a sip of her wine.

"So." Barbara smirked. "Moving back to happier things, what type of panties?" No harm raising the stakes - either teasing or possibly more.

She laughed and poked at her pasta some more. "Uh, boring cotton ones?"

Barbara smirked and took another drink. "Not expecting your questions to be turned round?"

She sighed. "No, it's not that, it's just... My underwear is really boring." Ariadne ate some more pasta and had another sip of wine, though she would have to stop with the wine soon. Much more and all she'd do is giggle.

Barbara only realised she was tipsy after her reply. Not her normal self. "One way to make it interesting. Take it off."

Ariadne just stared at her for a while. "Huh?" Why would anyone want to see her undies? Or did she mean the bra, too? The wine was making it difficult to think. "Why would you..."