Pulling on what was either one of infinite Motorhead tank-tops, or simply a self-washing one, and his usual pair of jeans, he snorted. "Applications of Bio-therapy? Sounds like what we did last night... I wouldn't even know where to begin. I don't think I was ever college material." He stretched a little, wincing. "Oohf. Might be a little cramped from sleeping in that...interesting position."<br/><br/>He grinned at her question. "She's a fox, and I'm every bit as lucky as she is! And now I need to run!" He gave them both big smooches and dashed downstairs, firing up his bike and tearing off.<br/><br/>((Can we assume Chris and Ptricia set up a meeting place at a bar or a cafe or something and skip to that?))