Have It Your Way

[Odin]

::It was certainly a possibility, and a more concrete one than Odin could offer at the moment.:: "There's no harm in that. He's rich enough to have connections."

[Typhoid]

Typhoid shrugged, finishing a last bite of her pie. "He probably is, but as much as he's done already, I'd rather not depend on him again."

[Odin]

::Odin could sympathize with a sense of independence, and he replied with a nod and a slight shrug. He was financially independent, and had been for years, but he'd also never had the benefit of a billionaire otherwise.:: "The first issue of the magazine should have classifieds."

[Typhoid]

"I'll take a look." Her job searching was really her own issue, and one of the few in which she was hoping that the less said about her mutant status, the better.

She'd finished her pie through the conversation, and now gave him a friendly if slightly amused smile. "I do have to go now, though."

[Odin]

::So Odin assumed. He gave a wave of his hand, not to dismiss her, but to communicate that he understood and wouldn't keep her.:: "Yes, not everyone can spend the day in Burger King."

[Typhoid]

"I won't argue with that." She rose, with her drink in one hand. "Try to get some sleep."

[Odin]

"Thank you," ::Odin replied with what was a genuine tone. Whether or not he managed to sleep was an entirely different matter, but he would see.:: "Best of luck for the first semester."

[Typhoid]

"Thanks." She nodded congenially in good bye and turned to go, shuffling around a few running kids as she left.

[Odin]

::Odin knew that he should leave soon, as he had interest in neither food nor their lukewarm, watered-down coffee. However, he didn't have the energy. Removing his glasses, he tried to get more comfortable in the plastic-covered booth and survive the afternoon without a worse headache.::