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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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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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