"My package's arrived!"

She stepped in with a rather large brown box which, with the help of an x-acto knife and a lot of tearing later (who taped the thing?) revealed a random collection of comics, some more risque than the others.

"You've just raided all hobby shops in Lower Downtown?"

"Nah, it's Nan's time."

It had been revealed to him early that she had a mild Asian ancestry, including some Japanese, but it was only later that he learnt that her grandmother didn't mind personally bringing her very exquisite care packages to a trans-pacific flight twice a year.

Said care package, now that she mentioned it, apparently contained the kinds of... unconventional goods. That must be such a great length of care.

"She knows what she's getting you?"

"Uh. No. I have it delivered to her address and she would repackage them all into a larger box for me.I just say that it's... books. For school."

"I wonder what your grandnanny would say, huh? If she knew?"

Her cheeks pinked.

"She would have thought she was getting her prized granddaughter getting through college," he teased.

She stammered. "It was... a good practice. And good foray into the...slangs and culture."

He nodded, smile not leaving his face. "Sure."

"What. Are. You. Trying. To. Say."

"Nan's a sweet old lady. And her nice granddaughter, she used her Japanese descent status to smuggle porn."

He should keep the singsong voice. That seemed to get the rise out of her.

"I didn't-- I bought them, paid for them, legally, taxes and all-- it's so much more expensive and hard to find here--I need them for my translations!"

"Your grandnanny would be arrested as a smuggler, soon, at this rate, if you keep having her hauling a suitcase worth of your books every time she comes for a visit."

"Stop exaggerating! It isn't that many! And, and, it isn't all kinky, anyway!"

He laughed until his voice grew hoarse and his throat was parched, leaning lower to the wall, eyes throwing sideways glances to the neat stack of books and exam papers on her table that would surely kill him by the time he got home and realized he had essays due in several hours, but at the meantime...

He closed his eyes, letting void bliss overtake him as he listened to her humming while sorting her packages.

Man, if there was any such thing like a paradise, a lazy Sunday would be close to one.

(She woke him up two hours later, not leaving her desk. She had abandoned the floor once he fell asleep. He was not surprised that in the time he needed to depart to the dreamland and back again she'd have finished her assignments.)

(And knowing what she was just getting from Nan, he'd have new stuff to read by next weekend.)