She relaxed slightly, picking up on the physical cue. "Man oh man. Gotta love bio." She paused, decided that mentioning dissections would not be proper dinnertime conversation. "...Freshman year of high school, one of m' friends wore fishnets t' class. Well, he wore 'em un'er shorts."

((Vic performed an exorcism! (http://victormakesart.livejournal.com/56679.html#cutid1) And by exorcism, I mean more along the lines of I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing-so-I'm-going-to-tie-you-up-and-ask-nicely-okay?))