Rafe and Heather
"No disco dancing or perms for you? I'm disappointed. I think you could pull it off." Rafe was capable of laughing and joking, she knew it from experience, but he was also someone not prone to being silly very often. He was too dignified for that, so the image of him wearing something ridiculous was that much funnier because of it. "I already have the 90s in my terrible past." The snap bracelets and pony tails on the side of the head, for example. Oh that was just the start of it. Heather cringed but smiled too, because it was easier to be nice to her teenage self now than it was then.
"The Middle Ages, such a lovely time for people to live in, I can see why they would want to go back." Her humor was more dry than sarcastic, but she noted away that detail in her head for another time. Heather was a curious creature. She would want to see what he was talking about and probably eye the choices made by the people in the group. "I suppose it's no stranger than Civil War reenactments. People will always be fascinated by the past." As he well knew, being a history teacher and living it himself. Heather only wished more people would learn from it, rather than reenact it for fun.
Heather laughed with him. "Are you really that surprised? I used to want to do it as a student, but obviously doing that would be social suicide at the time." She actually had a social life of a sort to lose when she was at St. Margaret's, so it was enough of a reason to let it be. "I was the strange girl who wanted to taste the real punch and not end up seeing stars from whatever they spiked it with."