11031/Sunday Bake Sale Shenanigans

Sunday Bake Sale Shenanigans
Date of Scene:	09 February 2020
Location:	Gotham University, South Point
Synopsis:	Ivory and Samuel come upon the Gotham University Culture Club wrapping up thier bake sale and bucket brigade, with Phoebe Beacon looking out a bit for Sam and Bear. Tim Drake-Wayne is nearly fed dog treats.
Cast of Characters:	Sparrowhawk, Samuel Morgan, Ivory, Red Robin

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Sparrowhawk has posed:
    GOTHAM CITY, infamous for its Clown Prince and Dark Knight and flocks of orphans wearing red is not precisely the type of place you'd be working to find hope.

    However, there is a fundraiser finishing up in the university area, raising funds to pay for a group of martial artists to come in and teach self-defense courses, free to the student body. The bakesale had been a phenominal sucsess from the Culture Club's 'Kill the Chameleon' campaign, which blasted Karma Chameleon for hours on end until the goal was reached.

    Now there's a bucket brigade, in the cool of winter, of various students wearing martial arts gi (and at least three people cosplaying as popular orange-gi'd characters from Dragon Ball Z) running bucket brigades all about.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The drawback of working on your Bachelor's degree at 16 via remote learning is that, eventually, you will have to present your work in person and have it peer reviewed. Normally that doesn't present much of a problem, but in Sam's case, there were a few unexpected barriers. First and foremost, going into town to ESU would have required the use of the subway... and until Sam can prove that he can ride in an enclosed space with hundreds of strangers without what is colloquially termed 'collateral damage', that was simply not an option. Secondly, the environment at ESU was busy even at the quietest of times, and the sheer bustle of Manhattan would play havoc with his mental health issues even before he stepped into the adversarial context of defending a thesis.

    The solution? ESU was understanding of these issues and proposed the Old Lecture Hall in Gotham University instead, considering how a lot of the physics department crosses over between these two institutes at any rate. A more relaxed journey in, a more open environment, and a less stressful setting for a discussion of his thesis on high energy physics that would involve only him, three lecturers and his canine assistant Bear.

    So down the steps into the park the teenager comes, flanked by the German Shepherd in a bright yellow high visibility vest declaring him to be a service animal... and into the almost carnival atmosphere of the fundraiser.

Ivory has posed:
    Ivory had taken the chance of a charity to go out over to Gotham and help some good cause. After all, being a member of a nieche group and a designer that actively supports non-heteronormal lifestyle and not doing some charity stuff, showing off a little, was like being fake on the own values. So they had showed up and tossed in a few shirts to the bake sale, showing persian cats looking out all cutely or playing. One of them had just thrown over a vase, looking to the onlookers like they weren't it.

Though now that the cleaning brigade started to file in, Ivory looked over the area with different eyes. The protection of the crowds started to vanish.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    One of the members of the Culture Club, Devon, was chatting up folks as he sold off the last packages of cookies from the earlier bake sale, many r ecorated with the emblems of local heroes -- Robin, Batman, Superman, the like, bundled up in wax paper and plastic bags.

    "Oh! Hey, thanks for the shirts!" he calls out chipperly to Ivory, with genuine appreciation.

    Samuel has a different problem.

    "oooh, lookit the cute dog!" some college girls pipe up, and try to call Bear over to their place on a blanket.

    "Hi Puppy! Wanna play?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The answer to that question is almost certainly yes. It's a rare German Shepherd that doesn't want to play during most waking hours, and Bear tilts his head up to Sam for a moment. No response, however... Bear is currently on a lead, which he really doesn't mind, and wearing his working vest. That means no play until work is over. Still, he turns his head to the friendly humans, gives a friendly doggy grin and then traipses on with his head forward.

    For his part, Sam is filtering out practically everything. Certainly all the gaiety and the joy of the atmosphere. It had been a stressful two hours defending his work, now safely filed away in the courier bag slung over his shoulder, and right now he's scanning for threats rather than looking for any kind of social contact. Bear is making a point of walking between him and anyone else in his path, pro-actively delineating personal space.

Ivory has posed:
    "It's the least I can do. I mean, you try to to the good cause here, but I am just a tiny supporter." Ivory answers with a little smile as they look up if they could get some uber or something to get home. They hadn't brought their car after all. Bringing a VW Bus to Gotham would have been an invitation to get it destroyed or lost.

    "Think you'll have enough to get your projects done now?" They answered as they put their phone back to the pocket.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Devon looks to Ivory, and gives them a momentary shrug. "Well, we can always hope. I mean we had support from one of the Waynes the other day, so we got someone else looking out for the students. Got an E-mail that we might even get a grant!" the student states with a grin on his wide, friendly face.

    And behind Samuel, at least one of the girls has hopped up and is trying to follow him,

    "HEY -- how come you get to bring your pet into the hall?" she questions, brushing ome of her blonde hair out of the way.

    A young woman carrying a bucket stops, and looks at Sam, pursing her lips slightly.

    "That's a service dog. The kid needs one, and it's better behaved than most of the people on campus." she states wryly.

Ivory has posed:
    "A shame the Waynes don't promise the grant outright, isn't it?" Ivory teases as they look around the area once again, hans in the pockets. "But they don't fight the battle, you do, so.. why can't they be a little more proactive with their millions and billions of dollars?" Comparativly speaking, those T-shirts were a somewhat sizeable donation to their total sales.

    "Got a name? Ivory."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's not an unusual sight. Shepherds, especially, along with Labradors are known for their intelligence and can often be seen assisting those with impaired senses. This doesn't seem to apply to Sam, who can apparently see and hear well enough to give the college girl a look that is clearly intended to dissuade any further conversation on the topic, or any conversation for that matter...

    Still, on his way out, he can't help but stop by the cookie stand. Let's be honest, after this kind of hard work, he deserves a treat... and so does Bear, in a while. Which is how he comes to appear at the stand, quietly looming, scanning the products for sale until his eyes fall on the 'Robin' themed box. Hmmm. "How much?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Devon." the man replies with a big grin, and reaches out to offer Ivory's hand a shake.

    The dark-haired girl carrying the bucket follows behin Sam.

    Devon gives a grin as the kid with the dog pulls on up, and he points to the packets "The little cookies are two packs for five bucks, the big packs are two for ten. It all goes to our Self Defense Class funds." he states, and then gives a grin "Hey, Phoebe!" he greets.

    Phoebe arrives with her bucket, and gives a grin to Samuel as she steps behind the bake sale table. "Sorry about that -- some of the other freshmen aren't really socially concious yet." she winces, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment for her classmate.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "It's a problem more common than you would think." Sam replies to Phoebe with the ghost of a smile. At practically the same time, he reaches into his pocket for a $20 bill and presents it to Devon with an accuracy that might be eerie considering he's only looking at the man from the corner of his eyes. "Two big, four small please. Half and half Batman and Robin?"

    A few seconds after when it should be polite, he turns back to face forwards, dropping his hand down to scratch Bear between the ears. "Who's going to teach the self defense class?"

Ivory has posed:
Ivory nods as they shake the hand, not particularily strong. There are some signs of the use of scissors and needle on the hands, but the touch is just brief. "You're the mastermind behind the thing?"

    Turning over to Sam as he talks, they chuckle. "And no love for Nightwing and the rest of the bunch? Not even throwing in a Batgirl or Batwoman for gender equality?" There is a pride flag on the lapel of Ivory's winter coat after all, the back showing a persian cat pawing at a snowflake.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Just so you know, the Batman cookies are chocolate sugar cookies, but the Robin ones are orange. I have some definitely dog-save peanutbutter and liver treats too, if you're looking for your friend." Devon states, drawing the twenty back and tucking it into Phoebe's bucket. He gives a slightly uncomfortable smile "Ah, I'm on the comittee, but most of the work was done by my girl Pheebs right here." he states, motioning to the girl.

    Phoebe, freckled-faced, raises her eyebrows at Ivory, and she gives a shrug. "I only had time to make Batman and Robin cookies, the girl who made the Batgirl cookies only made a couple dozen, they sold out petty quick the first day. I... don't think anyone made any with Nightwing, but I admittedly don't follow most of the superhero news..." she admits, giving a small laugh.

    "We have an Aikido instructor coming out with a bunch of the advanced students, and a Judo team, and some lady's self defense coaches as part of a six week program." she explains, "In order to make people more comfortable in the city. When you're not afraid of it, it's pretty well more hopeful, right?" she gives a bright smile.

    An Gotham could use all the hope it can get!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The chuckle gets a smile in response, and Bear's head turns from one human to the other. The smell of anxiety from his human was fading, always a good sign, and that gets his tail wagging. Happy doggo! "I've met Batgirl not too long ago. I don't think she needs me buying her cookies to achieve equality." Which actually leads him to nod to Devon. "Thanks for the warning. Half of that is for my buddy, so... LiverMan, I suppose?"

    Phoebe's explanation gets a nod, and then a question which, under the circumstances, might be considered a bit strange. "No Krav Maga? No Kali? Kempo might be a better choice for a city too, plenty of enclosed spaces. Nobody should be afraid of the city, people who intend harm on citizens should be afraid of the city."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory shrugs a little "I learned my self defese in the school of hard knocks back in school. Works, for me, kept me safe in school when I still went and hadn't needed to use that much since."

    They nods a little, then chuckle to Sam's comment on Phoebe. "Too bad you didn't got her autograph to prove that story, aye? Or a selfie with her?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Heh, I don't know anyone who practices Krav Maga who I'm close enough with to ask them to come. Kali and Kempo are a bit busy. The Aikido instructor used to work with my dad, so I asked her to come by with some of her better students. Most of the funding is going towards legal and insurance purposes. You know the Modern Dragons." Phoebe gives a small smile, and she rubs the back of her head as Devon gets out a very, very well-sealed PB+L bag, with brownish-gray balls of strong smelling dog treat goodness.

    "I'm sorry you had to learn how to fight that way, sounds like you went to a pretty rough school." Phoebe replies to Ivory.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    No bag is sealed well enough to disguise the scent of treats. Bear perks his ears up and sits at such polite attention that he might as well have been a Platonic ideal of a dog at the time, tail wagging so furiously it is nearly wagging him. Yes human, those are good noms. Good noms for good boy. Bear good boy, good boy Bear. Smell better than big dusty room.

    "Unfortunately you're going to have to take my word for it." Sam half smiles in response to Ivory, although he doesn't comment on the school of hard knocks. "Aikido will do, certainly enough to let you get away from trouble."

Ivory has posed:
    "I live. It isn't easy if you goto school as an outsider from the first day." Ivory chuckles, lifting a finger to the nose and tapping it before pretty much poleaulting over the gender barrier. It's not a large change, but that tiny hint of chest vanishes, the bone structure of the face alters ever so slightly. As if from one moment to the other, the girl was replaced by her almost identical twin brother.

    "Any kind of training lets you go, especially if you go after sensitive areas. SONG or how that roberts girl called in in that movie. Just... cut the SON if you are in a pinch.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I wouldn't know anything about that," Phoebe states gently, though she watches in interest as Ivory's subtle changes occur, lifting her eyebrows and pursing her lips.

    "That... looks like a mildly handy skill." she reflects a moment, and she looks to Ivory, then to Sam and she gives a slight grin.

    "NEither of you are from Gotham, are you?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bear watches with a surprised interest. Sam, on the other hand, nods at the sudden change with a smile that seems to be softer and warmer than any he has offered before. Certainly, this one actually gets as high as his eyes. "It's not easy to be considered different." And that's followed by a wink, and a meaningful glance at the rainbow pin.

    "SING, I believe it was. Solar Plexus, Instep, Nose, other parts which we shall not mention but which are at least as effective a target." He hasn't seen many movies. There's a good chance he's never seen Miss Congeniality. But at some point, someone has shown him that segment, and his unusually acute memory brought the information back. It brings other things as well, which case Bear to suddenly lean into Sam, and the teenager to respond with a slightly distracted fussing of the Shepherd's ears. He's not there, he's here. Here is where the dog is. Here does not include the unpleasantness...

    The change in subject is seized quite gratefully. "New York, myself. Empire State University let me defend my thesis here rather than their own campus. Less... less hassle, less people."

Ivory has posed:
    "Manhatten and no university at all. Got a tiny company to run." Ivory admits, chuckling. "And it's not a skill. Skills you learn. That's talent." A short moment he - she - na, //they// look at Phoebe, then shrug with a smile. "Something grong with it?

    "Then it was SING, but without SIN. I mean, it makes people sing anyway. Fighting tooth and nail, that's what I meant. After all, a formalized style makes you open to be exploited by people knowing it, or am I wrong there?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I can understand that. Gotham might have its problems, but New York just seems to crowded when I see it on TV." Phoebe relates, and she opens th ebucket, checking on the contents of the bucket a moment before she gives a wry grin to Ivory. "Talent, then. And no, nothing wrong with it." she reflects a moment and she shrugs.

    "Every martial art, even school of hard knocks can be used against you if you're bad at hiding your intentions is my understanding, but I wouldn't know a lot about it." she replies, and looks to Sam.

    "Your friend might just wag himself outta that vest if he doesn't get one of those treats there, man."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "You're not wrong. In a competition, you make sure your form is correct. In a street fight, anything and everything goes." Although Sam tries to smile as he says it, his tone has a certain darkness to it. It wouldn't be too much of a leap of logic to assume he's speaking from personal experience. "You learn the style to give yourself options in a fight and train reflexes. Muscle memory is your friend."

    He glances down at Bear when Phoebe mentions him, and the Shepherd gives him a plaintive look. That's a conundrum... After a few moments, Sam kneels and looks Bear in the eyes. In response, Bear leans forwards and gently bonks his head against Sam's forehead, until they both stand there head to head. Then, and only then, does he get a treat, with a whispered 'Good boy, Bear.'

    The wagging doesn't die down, and Bear looks immensely pleased with himself. Sam stands and feels the need to explain that. "He gets trained with treats, so normally he doesn't get any when he's working. But he's done a good job so far today."

Ivory has posed:
    Ivory chuffs a moment at the notion of training. "Or you rely on instinct." There is a light cruelty in the corner of their eyes at the notion before it ebbs off. "I mean, how else do you fight? Sure, someone might be better at what they do, 'cause I'm not the best at what I do, but what I do then isn't very nice."

    Then Samuel goes to teat his doggo, coaxing a smile from Ivory. "You can train dogs with treats, but if you ever want a challenge, try to train a cat. Cats train you before you know it, and I have yet to find a person that liked cats and isn't a cat thrall. I mean, literally, you can't not like cats and not do their bidding. Or to phrase it with Terry's words: In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods, they have not forgotten this."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "It was making it very hard to ignore him, and I had to try not to look at him when referencing. Phoebe gives a grin. "The fire department my dad worked for had a dog program for PTSD after particularly tough assignments. Lament occured that dalmations weren't super-well suited for the work." she gives a wry little smile, and seats herself down.

    "I'll have to trust your knowledge on that particular fighting tidbit, I'm afraid. I'm not a particularly good fighter, ha, ha..." she trails off and then looks about.

    "Phoebe, by the way."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "He has a habit of knowing when people need help." Sam agrees and finally remembers his manners. Or, at least, the manners he's been taught in the last few months via social simulation. "I'm Sam, my friends tend to call me Bean. Long story. This particularly friendly furry thing here..." and he lays a hand on top of Bear's head who tolerates it with good humor "... is Bear. And I think you guessed his purpose." The reference to dalmatians is lost to him, as many pop culture references are. Which leads to the next question, which may be utterly unforgivable.

    "Who's Terry?"

Ivory has posed:
    "Ivory." they introduce themselves, chuckling a little at the notion of not knowing at least one Terry Pratchett novel... ok, might be silly of them because what do you do in upper Maine but read if you are the school's outcast because you hop the gender-fence with ease?

    "Ok Sam, lemme get this straight. You share a name with Sam Vimes, and have no idea who wrote that incorruptible head of the Ankh Morpork Guards into existance, who is the commander of the most helpful person in existance, Captain Carrot Ironfounderson, legally a dwarf even as he is 2 of those meter-thingies tall and helpful to a point it pains you not to tell him everythign you have done wrong? Sam, you GOT to read some Pratchett!"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Phoebe just watches a moment as Ivory takes umbridge at Sam having never read a Terry Pratchett novel, and she rubs the back of her head a moment, glancing at Devon, who gives a helpless shrug "You're the one who attracts the oddballs, Feeb. First the Wayne, now this?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Pratchett? I'll have to add them to my reading list." It's a long list, given that Bean's education was a bit unconventional. So far he's worked his way through Forrester, O'Brian, Voltaire and Dumas. And some of those mostly because of the kind assistance of his friends adding to his personal library. He also doesn't mention that his name was a lab joke, rather than being named for someone more noble, fictional or not. Which is a shame, because he's likely going to find that he has a lot in common with Captain, Commander, Sir and His Grace Sam Vimes pretty soon.

    "And I don't see how height comes into it. You're either a dwarf or you're not. What does biology have to do with it?" But, it's a point he lets go soon enough, given that at least two people nearby are starting to describe him as 'odd'. Fitting in was the goal, not standing out. "There's odd Waynes? They look so normal and composed."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory snorts as they shake the head laughing. "Dwarf is a culture in the Diskworld novels. Carrot was adopted and grew up as a dwarf and has the name head-banger under them." A moment or two they fight for breath, then inhale to answer to the other question. "You mean there are normal Waynes? Ones that aren't eccentric millionairs?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Oh yeah, she's --" Devon is cut off a moment as Phoebe pokes at his side, and she blushes.

    "I've met Tim Drake-Wayne, he's a bit of a dork, attends school here." Phoebe replies gently, and then looks to Devon, who continues on attempting to sound cool.

    "But yeah... the Waynes are typically all taken as eccentric, at least a little bit. My dad said Gotham really took a turn when Bruce Wayne's parents were killed. That's gotta do a number on a kid." he states, rubbing the back of his neck.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    For a second there, Sam's expression utterly changes. The benign and somewhat fake smile goes, replaced by an utterly impassive look, an expression /without/ expression... "It does." A sudden 'whurf' from Bear as he senses the change and a second later he's licking the teenager's hand, which causes the smile to return. And grants Bear another treat. Timely intervention there.

    "I suppose all millionaires are a bit eccentric." And he has met at least three now, so he feels his statement has some basis in fact.

Ivory has posed:
Ivory shrugs to Sam. "Sure. I mean, I only met one dang rich CEO, and she was all against shoes on her feet. Might be because of ankle wings. And the Wayne guy always throws around cash to charities on TV in like a monthly thing. I guess they are all somewhat eccentric. Must be the moneys."

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I wouldn't know anything about that... Tim seems nice enough, at least." Phoebe replies quietly, rubbing the back of her neck as she looks to Ivory and Sam, and gives a helpless sort of shrug at Devon.

    "Well, having ankle-wings does sound like a good reason to not wear shoes -- maybe crocs?" he considers, rubbing the back of his neck.

    Phoebe just sort of hangs her head a moment.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Wings do make it difficult to wear certain clothes." It's a neutral enough statement that Sam can confidently place within a factual framework. "Unless you're very good with needle and thread. But ankle wings... those just sound like an inconvenience, unless your name is Hermes I suppose." Why not? He knows where Hercules works and has spoken to Thor more than once, not to mention other members of that particular pantheon. Hermes being the CEO of a large company is not outside the realm of possibility.

    "I suppose we see a lot more of that in New York."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake had to deal with a few things to get a class changed. He is wandering across campus and sees a familiar bake sale, so decides to stop in maybe get some more unbroken cookies.

Ivory has posed:
    "Hermes has winged boots I thought? But out on the streets she wore strappy sandals. I guess there is a limit to inconvenience." Ivory notes, shrugging a little.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I would imagine wings would make it weird, like, can you imagine having wings on your head that you use to fly around? the amount of muscle and anchoring that would require would just completely destroy your neck -- not to mention you'd never be able to wear a hat! HEY! Tim! Budy! Pal-a-mundo, how /are/ ya? Looking for more of Feeb's Fabulous Robin cookies before this gentleman buys them all out?" Devon calls out to Tim, giving a wave.

    Phoebe blushes, and sort of holds the bright blue cash-donation bucket a little closer as Tim makes his approach.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Then they'd either have a very muscular neck or no neck at all. And you'd be surprised how far you can adapt a beanie or something like that if you really wanted to wear a hat." Yeah, Sam has some experience with mutants and mutations, some things going very loudly unspoken. "And I wish I could buy your whole stock, especially for a good cause like this. Alas, my name's Morgan, not Wayne or Stark."

    Is he aware that the 'Tim' Devon is referring to is the same Tim they were talking about before? Possibly. At the very least he turns to look at the new arrival, and give him a smile.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake dropped enough in the donation last time to buy them out when he did the runback. He grins and says "Well I think it is more the Famulous Feeb's Robin cookies is your saying it right. He walks over with a casual relaxed walk. He grins over at Phoebe "Hey there, did not know you were going to be out and about today."

Ivory has posed:
Ivory sighs a little as the cell in their pocket rings, and pulling it out they sigh. "Seems like my Uber home is there. See you some day!"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Take care, Ivory!" Phoebe calls out with a little wave, and she gives Tim a little smile, an a shrug. "Last day of flex-goal raising. Figured I should be out with the culture club and running with the other teams in the bucket brigade." she states, as a very enthusiastic man, running through the Gotham Winter with a karate gi and white belt on calls out "I GAVE UP MY SOOOOOCKS FOR MY AAAARTS! Support the Culture Club's self defense classes!"

    He is chased by someone dressed as Goku, holding socks and shoes: "Damnit Shawn get back here!"

    Phoebe strains not to laugh.

    "The Orange Robin cookies are pretty popular today."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Sam gives Tim a slightly longer look than is entirely necessary, until his attention is drawn by the man running barefoot through the snow. A slow blink, and then a nod. "Ah yes. University students." Which is a pretty bold claim for someone looking like they're not old enough to attend university themselves. Naturally, Ivory gets a polite nod. "It was a pleasure speaking to you."

    Then, back to Phoebe and Devon. "I saw the Robin theme and I couldn't resist. And I needed some sugar after dealing with the review."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake smiles and says "Well they are the tasty one, but probably should try some of the other ones. He looks over to Devon "Bag me a dozen different ones up?" He moves over to Phoebe, and stands close but not pressing into her personal bubble area. So, whats the stretch goal we are aiming for?" He looks over to Sam a brow raised a bit as he is being given the eye.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "Sam's just come from defending a thesus, new friend. And the short one is Bear, but he's at work." Phoebe states as she introduces the two. "Sam, this is Tim Drake. He's..."

    "Her booooooooooooyfriend." Devon sing-songs, to which Phoebe's skin darkens a little, rubbing the back of her neck.

    "... I didn't say anything."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "A pleasure to meet you." Sam nods and extends his hand. The smile he manages doesn't quite meet his eyes, but at least Bear seems to be happy to meet the new human. And happy that his human is meeting another human. More humans, yay!

    "I don't actually attend Gotham University, Empire State were kind enough to let me defend my thesis here rather than in Manhattan. That would have been more problematic."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will shakes the hand, and says "What was the thesis about?" He will ask the young man, and at Phoebe not denying it, he will smile a bit and after the hand shake he will move a bit closer to Phoebe and put his arm around her waist. "So that mean I get to do this?" He grins at her.

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "I can, and will, flip you on your butt again." Phoebe mutters to Tim in embarrassment, but there's no venom behind it, Devon seems to be very satisfied with embarrassing his friend, and then hands Tim the bags of cookies.

    "Hey, I've got a new variety you should try out too, Timmy."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Variance of application of the laws of thermodynamics during practical applications of nuclear fusion." Say what? Sam says it without blinking, as if it's no big deal and it's just another piece of work he's been required to produce for his degree. Just some more homework...

    The comment about flipping Tim gets a curious look, as if he'd be very intrigued to see that, and doesn't actually think it'd be possible without the collusion of at least one of the participants. "Boring stuff. It's only a Bach degree anyway."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake nods, a bit and asks "Are you proposing other forms of cooling or ways of using the excess heat for more useful tasks?" He will ask of the thesis. Then to Phoebe, he says "I am pretty sure you could probably get more people to donate for ya to do that." He grins not seeming bothered by her threat, and adds "Whats the new type?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    Devon gives a bright grin, and pulls up another bag of grayish-brown balls.

    "They're health cookies, peanutbutter and almond flour, should be pretty good right?" he grins.

    Phoebe gives a soft sigh.

    "I've still got to declare a major before the end of the school year and I'm surrounded by really smart peoop--Devon are those what I think they are?" she asks suspiciously.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Actually, I'm forwarding the notion that after the ignition of the fuel it is possible to maintain the balance of the reaction in such a state that the release of energy within the fuel may approach a ratio of one hundred percent, leading to an eventual self sustaining reaction at greater efficiency than currently enjoyed by nuclear fission." And breathe.

    Sam gives the 'health cookies' a suspicious glance, looks down at Bear, back at the cookies, and raises a singular eyebrow. "They are, aren't they?"

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake 's brow raises a bit at the question from Phoebe, and he will look over to Bear, seeing what the dog's reaction is. "And what else is in them?"

Sparrowhawk has posed:
    "... nothing!" Devon states, "Bit of fiber! Iron!" he grins, and then looks to Phoebe, who has a disapproving look before Devon gives up.

    "... they're peanutbutter liver treats for dogs." he admits.

    Phoebe hangs her head again. "Devon, whhhyyyy." she asks quietly, shaking her head and looking to Tim and Sam. "Sorry about him."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bear seems to find the whole situation amusing, tail starting to wag again. And for his part, Sam shakes his head with another smile, shrugging. "Nothing in there that's bad for you."

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake looks to the Devon, and says "Just remember, I can find all kinds of weird and crazy things to feed you, you feed me crazy things." He girns "Every group has to have one, just remember this wen I introduce ya to my brothers. specially Jason.'