Arc laughed and now her curiosity was raised, for which she could blame the incubus once again. "So do you include yourself with the little experimentation? I'm up for new suggestions for a good night out," she said. "It's too bad we don't have a jacuzzi or something because that might make the days more bearable." Building one would be expensive and the only way she thought of getting one was to find a person who wouldn't mind heating the water. Yeah, like that was going to happen. "Or doing something high up. I'm antsy, not doing anything particularly against the rules."
Finding a nickname for people she liked was something she did on occasion and if he did not complain, she was going to stick with it. She also enjoyed talking about her chosen career and this was a perfect opportunity. "Going to be a fashion designer." She wanted to be one and this was part of the way to make it happen: positive thinking. "I haven't decided on what to focus on, but probably casualwear for women that's better than what's out there at the moment. Unless you think men's clothing leaves a lot to be desired. I want to try doing some of that too."
Everything was a hell lot more complicated with children, especially with nights out, and events in the past had made it obvious she wanted to try to be a decent mother and still fulfill her fashion designer dream. Impossible, maybe, but she did not intend to give up so easily. "Oh, who told you that?" she asked in reply to his question. "There's no leftover food or garbage and as you can tell, it smells much better." Jeffrey's room was unusually tidy, but then he was an exception to the rule most of the time. It looked like he wanted to go, so she headed out the door and locked it behind them. "So, where do you want to go next? Classrooms?"