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Well, the shock's worn off, but the weird center of gravity hasn't. And did we mention that hips are profoundly difficult to get used to when you've been comfortable in the male form for however many thousands of years?

If you're going to recognize the woman smoking at the Bar tonight, then, it's probably because she seems to be swimming in someone else's leather jacket.

On the other hand, maybe you won't. Either way, it's a gamble whether Prometheus will come clean to you or not.

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"They have food that does that?"

Her nose scrunches slightly on one side, head tilting. She was thinking more along the lines of very impressive pranks - or strange holidays that she wasn't informed of.

"It is fortunate that I do not eat very much then."

"From what I can gather, it was sort of a one-time deal. I don't think they're in wide production." Prometheus snorts. "It's my own damn fault. I wanted a mint in case Charlie showed up, and should have thought to read the label. Let that be a lesson to me!"

It just figures, doesn't it? Prometheus doesn't eat very much either.

She eyes Lethe. "You're thinking something. I know that look."

It's true a bit. She just might brighten slightly around the edges as he speaks, fingers folding together in her lap. She blinks in an entirely innocent manner and that expression, at least, she's very very good at.

An earnest nod, "She's rather pretty too."

Shiny and innocent. Really.

Shiny, Prometheus has always been a sucker for. Innocent's another story.

Still, turning the topic to Charlie is a surefire way to get a smile. "She really, really is. Not to mention all the other qualities that recommend her."

Shiny, and, at this point, easily distracted. (Especially if it's distracting from the fact that Prometheus is still a girl.)

Well, that's not going away at the moment. And can be easily brought up again at later times - not that Lethe's very good at teasing, all things considered.

She smiles, "Well, those are rather more important, I think."

Pretty is relative, anyhow.

Her head tilts a bit further, hair tumbling messily over her shoulders.

"She makes you happy?" she inquires - because, really, that's all that matters.

Prometheus nods. "She really does. Kind of took me by surprise, but that's nice, every once in a while." Beat. "I still like all this better on her than on me, though. The lady-shape is all very well and good, but I'm happier as an outside critic." There is gesticulation. "You, for instance! You do the girl thing really well."

She glitters a bit more and lets the subject drop neatly with nothing more than a pleased, "Good." and a bright smile.

Her cheeks flush brightly at the gesturing, however. It's mostly automatic.

"I do not think that I would be a very good boy, if it makes you feel any better? It is the nymph thing - we are generally sort of made this way, I am thinking."

She tilts her head, mirroring Lethe. "I don't know. I think either way, you'd be a knockout. That's a nymph thing too."

It's also a Lethe thing, but hell, she knows he--she--dammit!-- adores her already.

She rather adores him back, so it all works out neatly.

"I would not know how to walk right and I do not think that I would be fitting into my dresses properly," she laughs, then leans forward a bit. "Is it odd being so low to the ground?"

She's used to it, but it might be a little strange if you hadn't been before.

"Welcome to the past twenty-four hours of my life," Prometheus sighs good-humoredly.

She leans forward too. "It is. The only time I've felt this short was with the Norsemen. I contemplated finding some tall shoes, just to even things out, but I've seen you guys try walking in those. I don't even want to contemplate what would come of me in high heels."

Lethe shakes her head very quickly and gestures down to her bare feet, swinging her legs once more.

"I generally trip awfully," she admits with a grin. "It is not a very good plan. And they are terribly pointy."

A giggle, "I am probably still shorter than you, so you can still look down at someone at least."

"That may not be true!"

There's only one way to know. She slips off the overlarge men's shoes and hops to the floor.

"Come on, stand up, let's find out."

Lethe hops down from the bar stool, bouncing slightly on her toes with the motion, before settling down neatly.

And she is awfully tiny - shorter than her Jack, and he's barely more than five feet altogether.

"So?" she grins.

"...yeah, okay, at least I'm still taller than you."

The grin is infectious.

"I don't think I could pick you up or anything, but at least some things are still right in the world."

"I am very glad of that," she replies with a solemn nod. "Someone has to be taller, after all."

A thoughtful pause and she leans forward to press a kiss to her cheek. She forgot when she was saying hello.

"Can reach you better though."

"It's a burden, but someone's got to take it on," she deadpans right back.

And aw, talk about happymaking. It may not be the same, but Prometheus sweeps Lethe up in a hug.

"Now that's an advantage they should publicize more." A beat. "I can't explain it, but I feel like we should have a sleepover or something."

Girlish impulses are, s/he's finding, really very odd.

"I do not think that I have ever had one of those," she replies brightly and allows herself to be held, snagging her fingers around her (him) in return. "But I am fairly certain that they do not involve as much sleep as one would originally imagine."

She smiles and her fingers thrum cheerfully. It is a good thing she doesn't need sleep either, perhaps.

Prometheus glances around.

"I'm not doing anything right now."

Except possibly trying to figure out how the hell she's going to explain this one to Charlie, and how she's going to get back to normal so there can be more of what there was before, not to mention the added comfort of being in your own body for its own sake.

Anyway. It could be fun.

They could try to figure all of that sort of stuff out - it's better than gossip and probably a lot more practical. And they're plenty clever.

Lethe bounces a bit and nods, hair tumbling into her eyes.

"It sounds rather nice," she admits shyly. "And I would not make you do anything terribly girly. Honest primise."

She brightens. "It's settled, then! So long as my nails don't get painted. I bet Bar can set us up with a room, even if she won't," and here there is a pointed glare, "set us up with a cure."

"Things very usually get fixed here," she says, snagging her hand cheerfully enough. "Eventually - after the Lady Bar is done laughing at us, I imagine."

Everyone needs to get their amusement somewhere.

"I will try to be suitably distracting in the meantime," another laugh. "And not too girly."

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