#ewan001

With all the heat and the lack of power, Aaliyah was pretty sure that fucking off to the woods was a far worthier pursuit than attempting to be helpful. Actually, no. This was helpful. It was a worthwhile activity with a solid goal in mind, and, at the end of it, the final product would be worth it.

If, of course, the final product came to be usuable.

"Does Rhode Island have any laws against making booze?" Aaliyah asked. She remembered Prohibition, but she wasn't exactly fucking around in Lunar Cove of all places back then. "Not that I really give a shit about the legality of this, but I wanted to make sure."

Ben sat with a cup of tea and a stack of essays, glancing up at Ewan as he entered. The two had grown familiar with each other teaching summer classes at the university, the history and English department not too far from each other and often facing the same financial struggles that came with being humanities subjects in a STEM focused world, and, well, it was nice to complain about the follies of students with another that understood it. Ben offered a wave and motioned for Ewan to sit. "Any aspiring English majors in your classes this year, or have the high schoolers gone the way of some of my undergraduates and decided to let the robots think for them?" he asked.