And yet another eventful couple of weeks in Toronto had passed. Complete with a visit to Iowa a universe away to see Jim off to his future. She'd gone back to Toronto after that, back to lectures and late nights. Back to band practice.

"I'm a supercilious sensation, I'm wearing your underwear!"

The three of them had played something for an audience of two, and gotten a glowing review of "fractured... angular... twisted pop sensibility... and stuff..."

Later, outside Scott's house, the two of them had stood close to each other with the early evening getting darker around them.

"Genius."

"Shh."

"Geeeenius."

(She'd thought of Jim. She'd laughed.) "Shut up!"

And then a little later, he'd asked, "So... Um... I'll call you tonight?"

And she'd smiled and said, "Call me every damn night."

And several of those nights later, here she was, back home. It felt like the difference got more pronounced every time she got back, and yet somehow also easier to deal with. The switch from poli-sci major Natalie over to Chief of Staff N.V. Adams was smoother when it was almost instant. It was the difference between a cramped dorm room shared with Julie, and a big apartment shared with Mox.

She gave Mr. Moxy a few scritches and wondered if she should have gone and said hi to Peter. Things had to go to normal eventually.

[ooc: NFB, open for all the usual. Scott Pilgrim volume three, natch.]