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The girl who was dining with Agnes glannced up at her. Gina didn't know her personally, but she recognized the girl's face. She was at Xavier's, too. Gina knew she was a tough girl with a temper, but didn't know her mutation. Were they going to let her hang around or send her away? The other girl leaned toward Agnes, said something, and tossed a shrug. Gina glanced at the hostess with a patient smile.

Agnes turned in her seat, momentarily confused, before realizing who it was who'd been hollering at her. Gina dropped her hand as Agnes turned back to Emerald, waiting. Agnes nodded, and then started maneuvering her way over towards Gina. She beamed, for the signs were looking promising. Agnes finally reached her, and the two of them shared a hug in greeting.

“Gina, what’re you doing here?-- Spying on me, eh?"

"I was hungering for some really good icecream," Gina answered genuinely, giving a short laugh. She waggled her brows at Agnes and said, "I'm like a disease, you can't get rid of me-- no, but in all seriousness, I was just hungering for some icecream, and this place sounds so good with how everyone talks about it-- figured I'd give it a whirl."

"You want to join me an Emerald? We’re having milkshakes!”

"Sure!" Gina agreed, looking past her sister and giving Agnes a quizzical glance. Her wordless glance was asking Agnes how they were associated, because you never really knew-- were they just friends, or on a date, or...? Did Agnes have a thing for tough girls, because if she did, Gina was perusing in the wrong direction. Lest Agnes couldn't interpret the inquiry behind Gina's gaze, Gina cut straight to the point and just asked Agnes, "I mean, if this isn't a date, or anything?"

Because, if it was, Gina didn't want to intrude on that-- however much she desired company, she wasn't at all eager to become the squeaky third wheel. Particularly when it came to tough cookies like "Emerald".

Maybe she had a homing device-- Gina was given to wandering, but come on, what were the chances that she'd wind up in the same diner as as Agnes and Emerald, even if coincidentally? In all honesty, it had never been her intent-- Gina heard of this place, Moe's, through some other kids at school, and she'd spontaneously decided to check it out. As atypial as it was, she was unaccompanied by any other students, standing in the entryway and surveying a menu. She could really go for some icecream, but if it was too far out of her price range? Well, then there was really no point in getting seated and waited upon, just to say you couldn't afford it.

But, the prices seemed reasonable enough. Particularly, for the sake of icecream.

The diner was humming with life, and as Gina's doe-eyed gaze wandered, she even spied a few mutants here and there. Well, word on the street had been that it was mutant-friendly. That always was a plus in the dining-out experience. She edged absently towards the front table, taking in the ambience of the restaurant.

"How many people in your party, Miss?" the rather perky hostess inquired chipperly, twirling a pen in her fingers.

"Um, just me," Gina began to answer, smiling and tossing a shrug. The hostess was about to scurry off in search of a table, when Gina spied a familiar head of wavy brown hair. Was that--? No, it couldn't be-- was that Agnes?!

"Oh, hold on--" Gina said apologetically, to the hostess, "I think I see a friend of mine--" Then, developing some form of tunnel-vision for a familiar face, Gina cupped a hand around her mouth and shouted-- it wasn't too out of place, for the diner was loud as it was, but hopefully Agnes would hear her, "Agnes! Hey, Agnes!" Gina waved a hand frantically, yet she still made sure not to accidentally smack anyone in the face with her waving. As if she needed to wave, though-- she was kind of hard to miss.

Agnes seemed to be accompanied, too, which was nice to see-- if Gina were any more tactful, she might have left it at the wave and then eaten on her own, let Agnes have her time with whoever-it-was (from this angle, Gina couldn't see her face). But, Gina was a social-butterfly, and her sister having someone else with simply meant more company in Gina's book.

Yay, Forte's official! Welcome aboard, dear!

That is probably the longest the history I've ever laid eyes on...

If they'd been two girls talking about boys, types might have not been such a difficult thing to touch on. For Gina, it wasn't an awkward question to ask-- it served a purpose, and that purpose was to figure out what she was looking for. It didn't feel too invasive or awkward. Or, maybe that was just the California within her speaking-- she came from a pretty openminded town--

>> “Um…to be honest, Gina, I just don’t know. Not really something I gave a lot of thought about."

Her face was such a bright red that it reminded Gina of a stoplight. She didn't laugh, merely smiled placidly as Agnes rummaged for the right words. It wasn't too tough of a question. Were there just certain things that screamed out to her more than others? For example, Gina like tall guys, which wasn't a difficult thing to come by at her standpoint... Did Agnes like... hmm, outgoing people? Rhythm was certainly outgoing. Okay, maybe it wasn't that casual of a question for Agnes-- Gina looked towards her friend again, who was still taking a moment to articulate before speaking once again.

>> "I mean…I dunno. Long as they’re nice, I guess. I just don’t want someone lying to me again, you know?”

Agnes nudged her shyly, and Gina nudged her back. That was probably about as far as it was going to get.

"Okay, nice and truthful," Gina summarized, as if making a mental list, "And not a musician." In a sense, not having too many particulars was nice. It gave Gina more wiggle-room. It meant that Agnes actually meant it when she said that she'd trust Gina's judgement. And, Gina knew plenty of girls that were nice, truthful non-musicians. The real challenge would be figuring which way they swung on the scale of orientation. Gina glanced towards the bag of chocolates, which now had a sufficient dent within it from the chocolates which had been devoured in the heart-to-heart. All the while, she ran through people in her head, disregarding preferences for the time being.

Of course Gina couldn't stop smiling, even through the pout that she was attempting to wear on her face. She could see the gears turning in her sister's head, unnerved by the silence in which they sat. Gina drove a hard bargain, but was it really so difficult of a decision that she had to give it so much thought? Finally, Agnes cracked--

>> "Alright, okay. I’ll trust your judgment-- You’ve got yourself a deal. Just…no musicians? Okay?”

"Yay!" Gina cheered quietly, practically bouncing up to hug Agnes. Even now, she was contemplating this new job of hers, running through a list of girls in her mind, who she thought wasn't straight, who didn't have a lot of emotional baggage and was good enough for Agnes. After a short hug, Gina released her sister, sinking back with a furrowed brow, as if the "no musicians" bit had actually caused her to pause.

"'No musician'?" she echoed contemplatively, "Not even a fellow violinist? Or a pianist?"

These were the only grounds that Agnes had given her, though, and Gina could tell that she was being both very lenient, and very serious. It was best not to push too hard, or she'd risk losing Agnes's blessing. Before she could retort (if Agnes was going to retort), Gina added on, "I kid, I kid."

She fished into her bag for another chocolate, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Gina didn't know Agnes's tastes, though, which would probably be a good thing to know, if Gina were to take on the endeavor of finding her a date. Just her luck, she'd grab someone that Agnes wouldn't be seen dead with in a million years, and there'd go her credability as a good date-finder.

"Do you have a specific type, Agnes?" Gina inquired, "Like, tall or short? Funny or sensetive, or whatever--? What would you say that you go for?"

Gina was going to have sided with Shane, but some anxiety seemed to have been piqued within him.

>> "I think it's probably best if I take my leave now," Shane declared with a frown cast in Gina's direction.

Gina stepped forward, ready to depart so long as he was, and she gave a glance back towards the DocProf, her gaze unreadable, and the DocProf opened his mouth to speak.

That was all the time it took for Shane to split, and he slipped out the doorway and down the hall.

"Shane," Gina groaned, darting to the bed where he'd ditched his coat and picking it up, "Damn it..."

"Gina, please," the DocProf sighed tiredly, "Let him go." Gina sighed wordlessly. He hadn't meant her any harm, she was sure of it, and now the DocProf had scared him off. Fantastic. She draped the coat over her arm, and darted out the door, and into the hall.

"Shane?" she tried again.

But there was no reply. He'd already taken off.

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