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[This post? So anonymous. Literally as anonymous as a time traveler from 2166 can make it.]

For the sake of curiosity, how would a person fulfill their "good works" quota if they are not typically one for high levels of socialization—especially of the overtly sexual kind?

[Someone's looking at you, Sara "No Pants" Lance. Discreetly, however. Anonymous.]

Thank you for your time.

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[He'll learn that eventually. Perhaps when he learns who she is.]

I'll pass on tutoring. [He types it with some disdain, but that truly isn't Kara's fault. The notion of spending his time working with a small child, all towards the goal of teaching them some lesson doesn't settle right in Rip's chest.

The same way it wouldn't if she'd suggested he might offer swimming lessons at a local pool.]

Nothing that translates so well to this place, I'm afraid. [Or maybe he's being a stick in the mud and focusing all of his attention on the fact that he's a time traveler, and not someone with a broad knowledge of history, technology, and cake decorating techniques.]

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You might be surprised.

( the things that kara's good at don't exactly lend themselves to tutoring, but she's gone to a few classes here and there over the last few months for things that seem interesting. )

There's a university here, too. They do lecture series during the week — I went to one where they talked about the art pieces in the museum that they've brought in from different visitor's home universes, that was really interesting. Oh, and there's a cooking school here, Jax — he's a friend of mine, he's really nice — said his teacher was very good.

( a breath, and kara continues: ) I've been meaning to go. You could come with me, if you wanted to?