"[color=#8d97bf]I was hoping to go scuba diving,[/color]" Jules said, "[color=#8d97bf]but the lifeguards said the tides brought in too much pollution that week. Just my luck, right? I, uhh, I managed to get a few hikes and historical monuments in. And of course I slept in nice and late![/color]" He saved that bit for last, knowing that of all the dirty, solitary activities he enjoyed, laziness was the most appalling, and would offend her high-and-tight sensibilities the most. She knew well enough that he didn't very much enjoy bars, or social drinking in general, but surely he did [i]something [/i]to explore the cities' limelight; grabbing a bite to eat downtown, seeing some mock-vaudeville shows, attending a comedy club, something which wasn't just a man and his thoughts, and dirt in the treads of his sturdy walking shoes.

As Ona opened the door for him, he nodded his thanks, and dragged his suitcase out of the cold. He almost deigned to mention how delicious all the food was, but since it was so meaty, so rich in starches and fats, he realized he would only be taunting her in doing so. She walked along a razorblade; whether she starved herself for her beauty, or indulged herself and hated herself afterward, either way, thoughts of food and eating only harmed his friend. If only those engineers who had perfect a plump, juicy, sweet lemon could also perfect an imitation-meat which would satisfy both the carnivore among them and the dieter.