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[saltwaterlungs]

Huh.

[ <-- has never had 'academics does not equal intelligence' laid out like that before. After all- Darcy's all-but fluent in three languages, one of which she all-but taught herself from the internet- and she still thinks she's dumb because she didn't mesh with schoolwork. ]

That's cool. I guess some people are like... more practical smart than book smart or whatever.

[goodweather]

[ He figured, which is exactly why he said what he did. ]

Oh, definitely. There's this guy I knew--a Columbia grad, knowledgeable as hell, but couldn't problem-solve his way out of a paper bag to save his life, probably because he never really got his hands dirty. If his usual way of doing something was blocked off, then he usually counted himself shit out of luck instead of trying to find another way around. I liked to call him the dumbest genius I ever knew.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ It coaxes a small half-smile out of her, the emphasis on problem-solving especially is heartening. She might not be able to list the Kings of England or quote the fights historical, but she's surprisingly inventive in scrapes. The way he talks about that random dude not being able to do it makes it sound like a skill Phil really values. Which is nice. ]

I guess there's no point being smart if you can't make it work for you. What's that thing- 'the mind is a good servant and a terrible master'? I might be misquoting.

[goodweather]

Yeah. Something like that.

[ With a question like that, he'd gotten a sense that Darcy hadn't had anyone properly divide up someone's intelligence, self worth, and the grades they got on a paper before. It'd taken him an embarrassingly long time to get to that point, so he's just happy to expedite the process a little for her.

... Oh, back to the point, though.

Phil swipes on his phone screen. ] Hey, you never told me you used to have a bowl cut.

[saltwaterlungs]

You tell anyone and I'll kill you. Honest to god. I can debone a chicken, I'm sure deboning a person isn't that much harder.

[ WOW WAY TO KILL THE MOMENT, PHIL. ]

[goodweather]

Making me the centerpiece of your Thanksgiving dinner, eh? I'm flattered.

[saltwaterlungs]

We don't even celebrate Thanksgiving.

[ Huffs!!! ]

I mean it, [ As she stands to leave, ] not with anyone.

[goodweather]

I won’t, [ he says, the smugness giving way, ] I promise.

[ He mimes sealing his lips and throwing away the key. ]