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[serinusniger]

At a time that's not the time they're all in Metropolis, there is a pair of fishnet tights out in the training field.

They're being worn by Dinah, who is stretching and warming up and waiting to see who's going to turn up for a training session, which is really the only reason you'd ctach her at the farm these days.

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[serinusniger]

Dinah smiles for him, though.

"Morning. Sleep well?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

"Got caught up reading, I'm afraid," Oliver replies easily.

Totally not brooding over zombie-related adventures, that's him.

[serinusniger]

"One of the books in the library? Which one?"

Honestly, Dinah just thinks she's making conversation.

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Since Oliver had his half-truths moderately planned out, he doesn't mind.

A bit more animated, he replies, "The poetry of William Blake - quite an interesting fellow, from what I read of the introduction. Had visions from God. As a poet, I find his work very--"

Oliver stops himself from further geeking out.

"-- Ah, forgive me, this is hardly why I'm here."

[serinusniger]

"Aw, I love a man who likes poetry," Dinah says, expressing disappointment that he doesn't want to talk longer.

"What can I do for you?"

[sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com]

Oliver's expression changes to one of pleased surprise at her disappointment - because he hardly thought Miss Lance was interested in poetry, nor is he used to people who express interest in letting him ramble.

"Oh, certainly I can talk about Mr. Blake's work sometime after your lessons."

[serinusniger]

Well, Dinah will probably get bored, but she likes at least to pretned to be well read - she really juts knows Tyger Tyger.

"Sure, let's do that. Now," and she draws a foot back, "where did you want to start today?"