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[demonicbeauty]

[She's not Padmé Amidala. Nor is she Jane Foster. It's just Ariadne, sitting on the wooden floor of her home, in front of an enormous, four-poster bed with a canopy of sheer, white fabric. Splashes of color occasionally hit her face and the background, as her homemade mobiles, flitting with broken pieces of colorful glass, catch whatever sunlight there is. Her long, long, long brown hair is hanging loose over her left shoulder, crinkled to show that it's just come undone from its braid.]

I...I've noticed that a lot of important holidays seem to be in the middle of the winter. And I guess it makes sense. The days are short, the nights are long, and everyone is cold and missing fresh fruits and vegetables. It raises the spirit to have something to celebrate and people to celebrate it with.

[There's a small smile. A memory or two from her days in Valeria.]

Back home, the New Year was the most important holiday. There would be parties and feasts and masked balls. Presents. Lots of music...

[And she misses that music. But Ariadne won't let herself stay sentimental for long.]

Last year, I learned about an Earth holiday. The one where the fat man breaks into people homes and leaves them gifts, instead of stealing stuff. Christmas!

[Makes no sense, but it's a lovely sentiment.]

I was hoping to maybe learn about some other holidays from this time of year. What do your cultures celebrate? Maybe we can find a way to all celebrate together. I'm still convinced that togetherness is the only way we're going to survive this place. And I...I know I'm not alone, feeling that way.

[A small shrug.]

So let's talk to each other more. When there isn't an emergency. Talk about some of the happy things, maybe. Tell me about the good stuff.

[Ariadne doesn't really know where to go from here, so she shrugs again.]

Anyway, that's all. Sorry to interrupt anything.

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[family_remains]

Maybe they spat in his mouth.

[demonicbeauty]

There was no spitting.

[family_remains]

I feel like maybe there was. You can't be sure.

[demonicbeauty]

Conception happens from hand-to-hand contact.

No mouth involved.

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[family_remains]

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[family_remains]

Yeah, I'll be honest, dick fingers was not the answer I was expecting.

[demonicbeauty]

...dick fingers?

[family_remains]

Mm, mmhm. Yep.

[demonicbeauty]

What does that mean?

[family_remains]

It means your fingers are dicks.

[He is suddenly very aware of every time she has touched him.]

[demonicbeauty]

[Ariadne has to try very hard not to roll her eyes impatiently.]

What are "dicks?"

[family_remains]

[Now... there are two ways to handle this. The helpful way and the..not..

Guess which one he chooses when he scoots back, stands, opens his jeans, and gestures to his crotch. Very much in the tone of Khabane Lame.]

[demonicbeauty]

[...]

[family_remains]

[He sits back down and reclines a little.]

Does that answer your question?

[demonicbeauty]

[She averts her eyes, more out of habit than anything else.]

You could have just said.

[family_remains]

[He shrugs.]

Meh.

[demonicbeauty]

[Don't look at it, don't look at it, don't look at it.

But she keeps peering out of the corner of her eye.]

Sam, is this acceptable social behavior in your culture?

[family_remains]

Sometimes, sure.

[Chill your dickfingers woman, he put it away.]

[demonicbeauty]

I see.

[Not that she necessarily believes him. But that goes back to the whole soul thing.]

Well, no. My fingers are not...like that.

[She holds up a hand. Just normal fingers.]

[family_remains]

[Ah yes, the soul thing. The soul made specifically for Sam. Sam's soul.

Still at large.

And no one has said anything about it yet except Dean who posed it as a potential theory once and hasn't again after their following punch up in Earworm.]

You said they're your baby makers. Same goes, so. Technically.

[demonicbeauty]

Well. Only once an Alastrian female is old enough to take a mate.

[This is pointless, of course.

Might as well try the upfront approach.]

Sam, are you all right?

[family_remains]

Me? I'm fine.

How old is old enough.. in earth years.

[demonicbeauty]

Um...I suppose somewhere around sixteen, Alastrians start thinking about that sort of thing.

[Yes, at the ripe old age of twenty, she's a bit of a late bloomer.]

My parents bonded at seventeen, although they didn't have a litter until years later. And I'm pretty sure it was an accident. Or unexpected, anyway.

[family_remains]

Huh.. yeah, it happens.

And how old are you?

[demonicbeauty]

Twenty.

[The question doesn't bother her. But she's a little concerned about where he's going with this.]