Ginger looked up and beamed at Avery when he popped into the common room. "Mad Men was clearly taking advice from me." She said smartly, before laughing a little. "I don't rebel, I set trends."

Putting the cap back on her bottle, she kicked hr felt out to dry as she picked a piece of stray lent off Avery's sleeve. "How was your day, baby?" She asked, resting her head against his. Somewhere in her room she had homework to do. It shouldn't have been a surprise, though, that she was trying so very hard to hide from it.