i remember everything, so who are you?

[self_composed]

Bella attends her classes with faultless punctuality, every time. She sits in the second or third row on an aisle in the middle section of seats, in the classes that take place in big auditorium lecture halls like the main section of Bio; she's willing to put herself closer to the professors in smaller classes like OS and of course her flute chair (third; she hasn't been quite ridiculously showoffy enough to climb beyond yet) is assigned. But right now, she is in Bio, learning tidbits about auxin and tropisms that the textbook didn't cover fully. She's running at about one and a half speed, just enough that she can trivially listen to and process the lecture against her memory of the text while also permitting some mind-wandering. She liiiiiikes her cognitive speedup power.

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[self_composed]

Bella giggles helplessly. This affects her handwriting, but she recovers after a minute.

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Bridget grins. "And now we're even."

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Bella grins back at her. "Are we keeping score, now?"

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"Yes. Measured in giggles."

[self_composed]

"All right then."

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"At least until it's been long enough that we forget the score."

[self_composed]

"How long do you think that'll take?"

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"Well, that depends how funny we are, doesn't it?"

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"I've never particularly defined myself as someone with a great sense of humor," Bella says.

She's drawing a lot of attention to things she isn't unusually good at - suspiciously good at. She's not sure if that will help, but it probably won't hurt.

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"I think that depends as much on your audience as it does on you."

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"Probably," Bella agrees. "Although there are some really humorless people in the world."

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"That is very true."

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"My dad's not very funny. I wouldn't call him completely without a sense of humor, but he won't usually crack jokes, or laugh too much when he hears them. My mom can be, though."

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"Oh, parents," says Bridget, enigmatically.

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"Oh?" Bella asks. "What about yours?" Pause. "Are they funny?"

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"Not particularly."

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"What are they like, then?"

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"Deceased. Previously, not funny."

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"I'm sorry," says Bella sympathetically.

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"Thank you. It's all right."

[self_composed]

The lab is at last completed and written up. Bella hands in her lab notebook and starts tidying everything up.

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Bridget helps! Bridget is helpful.

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She is!

"Thanks."

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"You're welcome! What are Biology Friends for?"

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"Approximately this," Bella concedes.