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Susan has devised another activity to occupy her days. By the calendar's reckoning, the start of spring is roughly a week away. Between her and Tress, they've got the outline of a plan for the next Dark, and Susan is happy to rely on people who've got greater interest in and skill for growing things insofar as agriculture goes. But the growing season here shall be longer than usual, and Susan should like to have some idea about what that might mean for the ecosystem,

This is her flimsy excuse to pardon the latest stack of books she's currently carrying out of the library. There is a marginal off-chance that preparatory reading on soil biota could, potentially, be useful. Perhaps she might even talk someone else into reading on the subject as well, so that they might discuss it.

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"In that case, I'm happy to be the bearer of good news."

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"Not too overwhelmingly masculine, I hope?" Susan would have found it too overwhelmingly masculine, but she knows she's one of the few invitees who would.

[futaille]

"I'll say we made do with what we had available, at least."

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"Rather a lot of cock, I imagine," says Susan, more primly than anything else she's said in months. (After all, why should she be circumspect? They both know she's sexually motivated. Susan has never bothered to learn the rules for being friendly with a one-time assignation before - in London, they were so rarely people she interacted with in any meaningful way, after the fact - but surely this is within the bounds of some sort of propriety?)

[futaille]

He laughs. "Categorically true, I must admit."

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"I must admit," Susan says, emboldened by the laugh. "I'm wildly curious. If you were generating the list on your own, rather than amending Bacchus's, who would you invite?" And then she comes to her senses, and adds, "Obviously you needn't say if you'd rather not."

[futaille]

"You know, there is some impish part of me that would just put a sign-up sheet on the table and watch what chaos unfolds from that."

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"Precisely how much unrest would you like to sow?" Susan wonders.

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"You're right. It could work, but is much more likely to explode even beyond what I would find entertaining."

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"I fear there's far too many children here for such malarkey," she sighs. "Perhaps a different question, then. Who do you think would most benefit from growing breasts?"

[futaille]

"Benefit in what way? Or is that for me to judge?"

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"Benefit the group, I suppose."

[futaille]

He's quiet for a moment as he considers. "Possibly Dionysus."

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"Oh?"

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"Well, I wouldn't want to give anyone breasts who would categorically reject them, first of all, because making someone uncomfortable in their own body would not benefit the group. And although I can't be sure of everyone on that account, as it's certainly not something I've polled people about, it seems to me that Dionysus would be one of the more generally well-liked individuals who would probably be amenable to the idea. Of course if they're just temporary breasts, that might affect the calculation."

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"And what if they were temporary?"

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"I'd try them."

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"You seemed rather convinced they'd ruin your proportions when last we spoke."

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"They absolutely would. But it would be temporary, so I could manage."

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"And if you were to pick another sort of benefit?"

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"If it were for personal benefits, I'd bestow them on anyone who'd like them."

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Susan, who discovers she'd been hoping for a more outlandish response, nods.

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"For sheer comedy, though, and again assuming a temporary occasion, Enjolras."

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Susan considers whether breasts would improve Enjolras in her estimation. Perhaps he might be one of the few people they wouldn't work for. "That would be funny," she agrees.

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"I would probably laugh for a week."