She laughed at his dramatics. Thankful that the didn't feel the need to over do it, she was able to just enjoy his company. Enjoy being a woman around him, which in some regard appealed to the feminist in her. Her mother rebelled against the rules of her kind very roughly, it caused a war. Many people died. But in the end the result was correct, and even though her mother was seen as a practitioner of the dark arts, she still fought for light's cause. For life. For love. Lascariat is like her mother, a free spirit. A loving and kind being, once removed by such tragedy that the outside can appear cold. Yet Victor never saw that, or if he did he never shied away from it. Even when she continued to break plans with him because of her hunting...at least if she told him and he freaked out, he'd be so busy with school and the internship he wouldn't have time to ruin her life before she could transfer somewhere; effectively escaping.
"I will bring my bathing suit, and some beer! Perhaps even a joint or two." She grinned. "We'll both be busy this next semester, so we need to celebrate before and if we make it through, again after..." The light in her eyes now hopeful, that at the least they can make something of their attraction for the weekend, if not prolonging the connection. Because there is one there. Victor just doesn't know how far down it runs yet.