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Manny yanked herself up on her cane, cringing at the thought that she'd have to get back down into the beanbag again in just a few seconds, and grabbed a banana and a few condoms. They were a little awkward to balance in one hand and she didn't particularly feel like walking back to where she had been, so she settled closer to Jace and Iggy. "You know other classes might have already done this," she whispered, "There might be lube on that banana." She cracked a smile, laying her supplies out in a little line. Latex, she might be allergic to it, mama had always handed out sheepskin. Oh well, only one way to find out. Careful of her nails she tore one of the packages open and positioned it awkwardly on top of the banana. Upside down. Crap. She frowned, flipping it over with the hope that no one had noticed.

Ophelia selected a banana and a condom, a look somewhere between bemusement and disgust stuck to her face. She fumbled with it for a moment, not sure what do do with the banana since she needed both hands to open the condom, and she absolutely refused to put it between her legs.

In an act of momentary genius, she stuck it between the couch cushions and ripped the foil open.

"I am never going to be able to look at a banana the same way again," she whispered to Wisp as she pulled the condom down over it.

"I am never going to be able to eat a banana the same way again," she continued. It looked so silly!

Antony was recovering quickly, thanks to his very hard head, and doing quite well at the condom exercise, almost as if he'd done it before. He glanced over at Jace, inwardly sighing and knowing he would have to speak to her once the class was over. It made his heart hurt a bit and his mind searched for other things to talk about.

"So since you're being so open," he said to Lindy, a bit evilly. "Will we be discussing multiple sex partners at the same time? Or is that for the advanced class?"

He was going to be killed.

"It's like the banana is wearing a little hat," said Wisp blithely to Phel, who was actually getting pretty into it -- for one thing, the condoms were all an entrancing range of neon colours, and she was currently layering them on her banana for the best colour effect. She still collapsed into the giggles every so often, but for now she was distracted -- a few had snuck out in the form of snorts as Ophelia protected her banana from premature pregnancy, though. "You could actually make a pretty cool Barbie raincoat out of this stuff."

"If you wrap your old Barbies in condoms M.B. will probably take you to therapy," grunted her sister from the front, without bothering to turn around.

"What Delilah said," Ms. Lindy said to Antony, not appearing to be ruffled any. "If you're in a romantic relationship with more than one person, it's known as polyamory, and I think that's something you need to really think about before you ever embark on. The same goes for a sexual relationship with more than one person at a time -- you have to think about the emotional aspect, the comfort aspect, just basically multiply everything you already had to think about by the number of people. I don't know about you, but sex is complicated enough with one person for me -- "

Casca poked his claw through the condom, which tore like butter. Then he sighed again.

Nahuel was promptly handed a banana and a slightly overflowing handful of condoms by the teacher. "Hi," said Ms. Lindy, tangerine-pink eyebrows raised, "Merry Christmas. Do you really have an excuse for being half an hour late? Because that makes my heart sad, Nahuel. Do you really want your health teacher having as sad a heart as I do right now. Also, your fedora makes you look like a disaffected Indiana Jones, hats off in class, bad karma in the corridor."

She added, "We don't make judgements on the questions in here."

"Anyway, Antony couldn't organise a threesome in a pimp hut," said Jace. "He'd have to keep a straight face during 'But I love you!' twice."

"Hi," said Ms. Lindy again. "Jace and Antony, please see me after class, you two are like drowning people. Leave your issues out of your bananas and your condoms until then."

That was too much for Wisp: she lost it, wholeheartedly, completely and entirely. Her banana squirted out of her grip as she entered hysterics.

Nahuel bowed his head and removed his hat. "Sorry, Ma'am," he said, and was abruptly hit on the back of the head with Wisp's flying banana.

"Ouch!" he yowled, and looked around to see what had hit him. He rubbed the back of his head and winced a bit, making far more of a show of it than it really needed to be.

"I'm sure this is ironic somehow," he drawled.

Ophelia bit down on her cheek to keep from laughing and pulled the condom the rest of the way onto her banana.

"Is it really supposed to take this long to put a condom on something?" she asked.