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In theory, Kitty supposes, since she's hopefully getting married in two months, she should actually think about wedding planning details.

In reality, she's grading papers and deliberately Not Thinking about her mother.

And looking pained at certain attempts at grammar.

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"Having fun?" Mordred asks in his soft, always-mocking drawl.

"I'm starting to wish teachers could still indulge in corporal punishment," not looking up, "so I could strangle some of my students."

"Ah..." He walks over, and sits down somewhere near her. "Marking papers?"

"Losing my mind, marking papers, same thing," and now Kitty does look up with a wry smile.

"So...what passes for fun here." He grins back.

"Hey, if we were sane, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun, after all. What's up, Mordred?"

"When talking to your two-year-old sons from another world is the least mindbreaking thing that has happened to you in days...don't ask. Really. How are you?"

"...You know, that sounds disturbingly normal to me. I think I need a vacation. And I'm okay."

Avoiding Mel. But, yanno. Not important, that.

"Wondering if maybe I should run away and join the circus. It'd be remarkably more relaxing than dealing with teenagers."

"Oh, it's getting to be normal for me, too. And they're good boys."

His lips twitch.

"The circus?"

"You must be very proud, then." Because what else do you say? "Do I give congratulations in a situation like this?"

And Kitty nods solemnly. "I always wanted to be a tiger trainer."

"No, I don't think so."

Seriously,

"A very noble career, too."

"Unfortunately, I got a little sidetracked," she sighs mournfully. "Maybe in my next life."

"Be interestin' thing to retire to, though."

"I'm just working on living long enough to retire. On the bright side, I won't ever be bored, though!"

Curiously,

"What do you do?"

She considers this.

"What my taxes say I do when I file them, or what I actually do?"

"What do you actually do?"

"Risk my life stupidly for a Grand Cause type thing. Save the 'verse. Also teach high school. Guess which one's harder. I'll give you a hint--hormonal teenagers versus aliens that want to eat your guts."

"Hormonal teenagers."

"And you win the kewpie doll."

He bows.

Mockingly, of course.

Oh, of course.

"You can see why I prefer the flesh eating monsters."

"Oh, yes."

"Clever man. So how've you been, besides suddenly paternal?"

"...well, how would you be if the bartender told you that you had a namesake who turned into a spider and ate people?"

Kitty considers this.

"Hungry."

He stares at her.

And then laughs.

She grins.

"No?"

"I just felt shell-shocked, but I guess Eddie did first think I was the werespider...thing."

"Ever thinking of changing your name to something like, I don't know, Joe?"

"Sunny has dubbed me 'Bill'."

Kitty's lip quirks. "Has anyone else, or just Sunny?"

"Just Sunny."

"Huh. Good to know."

"Bill."

"I am NOT a Bill."

"I never argue," solemnly, "with toddlers."

"But she's not here!"

"She might have spies," solemnly.

"Like you?"

"I'm not at liberty to say."

He makes a face.

She just grins back.

"Well, lady spy, I had better get going, before you tell Sunny anything else. Have fun with your marking."

A smirk, and he fades from view.

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