Office hours- Saturday

[justrealistic]

Daria had an office? Huh. At least it gave her one more place to hide out.

Though today wasn't a good day to actually hide, probably. She'd probably be expected to talk to parents and relatives if they came by. She'd much rather be hanging out watching TV with Jane for the first time in months.

Stupid responsibilities.

Whatever. Daria was here, sitting behind her desk in her suspiciously sparse office, thinking she'd just keep it entirely devoid of decoration.

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[countsasaplace]

Jane frowned. "And here I thought nepotism got you everywhere."

[justrealistic]

"Speaking of which," Daria said, "remind me to tell you what counts as a presidency in this place."

Shudder.

[countsasaplace]

"Let's not and say you did. Or let's not even say you did," Jane replied. "So you actually buy into this whole ~alternate universe~ thing?"

It had taken weeks for Jane to realize that Daria wasn't pulling her leg with that sort of thing, and that was only because Daria would never commit to a joke that long.

[justrealistic]

Daria shrugged. "Weird stuff happens. Sometimes students get replaced by robot versions of themselves. Sometimes everything tastes like pumpkin spice. Also all the newspapers say 2017. So it's an elaborate joke, or it's real, and either way it's more interesting than if it were normal, so I'll go with it."

[countsasaplace]

"The future tastes like pumpkin spice?"

Ewwwww.

[justrealistic]

Daria stood up. "I'm probably done here. Let me introduce you to the pumpkin spice aisle, and then we'll get pizza to remind us what food's supposed to taste like."

[countsasaplace]

"Sure, let's do that," Jane said, standing as well. "But maybe without that first part."