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Tending to avoid carbonated beverages, Minerva wasn't at all displeased about hearing the dearth of soda at her old friend's grandmother's. She couldn't even remember the last time she had drank soda without some kind of liquor in it. Hell, she couldn't even recall the last time she had a beer without liquor in it. If the flavor was palatable and sharp enough to hide the bitter astringency of liquor then it was guaranteed Minerva had mixed it with something. At least with fruit juice she could pretend she was getting vitamins with her psychological balm.
"I'm not that tall." Minerva commented, more to herself than Ophelia. Though she did stand above most young women her age and the low heel of her boots wasn't helping. "I can't say anyone's struck my fancy." she admitted. Their therapy wasn't exactly a surfeit of intrigue or pulchritude either. "No one ever really has, honestly. A crush isn't something I've ever experienced as other people describe. Not to mention, I've never taken to gents, you know that." though Minerva was reluctant to define whatever sexuality she had, she was certain it wasn't straight.
Mindful of tree roots that undulated the sidewalk, Minerva asked, "So who's this dashing PhD you mentioned anyway?"
"I'm not that tall." Minerva commented, more to herself than Ophelia. Though she did stand above most young women her age and the low heel of her boots wasn't helping. "I can't say anyone's struck my fancy." she admitted. Their therapy wasn't exactly a surfeit of intrigue or pulchritude either. "No one ever really has, honestly. A crush isn't something I've ever experienced as other people describe. Not to mention, I've never taken to gents, you know that." though Minerva was reluctant to define whatever sexuality she had, she was certain it wasn't straight.
Mindful of tree roots that undulated the sidewalk, Minerva asked, "So who's this dashing PhD you mentioned anyway?"