Penelope Goodson: *Why was it soooo gorgeous out?! It made it impossible to stay indoors, or concentrate on anything outside of how nice the wind was on her skin. She's sprawled out on the lawn in a pool of parklight, rapidly losing interest in the book she'd just bought from the campus bookstore, tasty coffee concoction at her elbow*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: The man is making his way across said lawn, dressed in his work clothes. They are, it so happens, the same as his non-work clothes...so therefore, we're talking about a simple green shirt and natural fiber pants with a pair of Doc Martins on his feet, and a simple silver pentacle around his neck. He carries a satchel bag over his shoulder, making his way for the bench nearby where Penelope is sprawled. He takes a seat on the bench, looking over at the girl a moment before he moves to open the bag.

Penelope Goodson: *Penelope tracks his progress, and gives a sunny smile. Muggers? no fear of them here, she's all brightness and welcome manners. She sits up a little* Hey!

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He looks up at Penelope, offering her the absolute slightest of smiles. "Hello."

Penelope Goodson: *he's smiled at in response, a sip taken out of her coffee* whew.. its almost too hot for warm stuff.. nice though, huh? Aer you a student here?

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: Another faculty member might chuckle or laugh, take the question with amusement or mirthy. Griffen Aston is not one of those men. He regards her a moment, and then shakes his head. "No. I am actually a teacher and lecturer here, in the field of environmental ethics." A curious brow raises. "I do not believe I've seen you in any of my classes...are you a student, or just using the campus facilities?"

Penelope Goodson: *she titters and flushes peach, sitting up fully and flopping her braid over her shoulder* Oops.. well don't i feel like a gremlin. *a sunny smile* Sorry.. oh. no I'm like.. so not a student. I'm just totally leeching off the bookstore for writing aids. Hey. what do you teach? Oh .. I'm penelope! *she leans forwards extending a chubby hand well within the circle of lamplight*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: His hand comes out to shake hers. "Griffen Aston. As I said, I teach environmental ethics. A pleasure." He nods, and waves toward the book store. "As to the store...by all means, feel free to use it. Someone may as well."

Penelope Goodson: Hey, thanks! *she grins and tugs at her scarf, adjusting it idly* So what're you doing? what'd i interrupt, hey?

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Mmm. I'm merely coming out for some fresh air." Contradictory to this, he pulls a cigarette case and opens it, selective one of the excellently hand-rolled cigarettes within."

Penelope Goodson: uh huuuuh. *she laughs and points at the cigarrette, before shifting uncomfortably* um... mind not clouding up mine? Sorry.. I'm like.. anti-smoking. *oh yes. very anti smoking. much like most people were anti death, big powder blue eyes watch him worriedly*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: A momentary pause before he nods, slipping the smoke away. "Of course, Miss Penelope. My apologies."

Penelope Goodson: *she flashes a contrite expression before smiling* thank you. Sorry... Smokes just. *a jiggle as she shudders and shakes her head* igg. So do you like.. teach night classes and stuff, or are you doing research.. you said environmental ethics and stuff right?

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "I have some evening lectures, yes." He nods. "Tonight, however, I was grading assignments. Papers on the morality of environmentalist extremists."

Penelope Goodson: oh.. like what? *she shifts and takes a sip of her tasty coffee treat, offering him a sip should he care to reach into the glow to get it*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Well, like spiking trees, which ensures the tree's survival, but damages equipment and possibly loggers. Sabatoging logging equipment. Things such as that." He shrugs a little bit.

Penelope Goodson: oh.. like what? *she shifts and takes a sip of her tasty coffee treat, offering him a sip should he care to reach into the glow to get it*

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Well, like spiking trees, which ensures the tree's survival, but damages equipment and possibly loggers. Sabatoging logging equipment. Things such as that." He shrugs a little bit.

Penelope Goodson: Oh.. well thats like. not groovy.. *she scratches her head and continues to offer the drink* I don't know if i agree with that.. but like.. everything gets recycled back in.. you know?

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He nods. "Indeed it does. Even those who would despoil it."

Penelope Goodson: well.. people can get weird. sometimes they don't go back.. depends on the person i guess. *she smiles and finally drops the drink, as it doesn't look like he's wanting to share,taking a sip herself* So your real name's griffen? like the mythical animal?

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He nods, slight quirk of lips into a mirthless smile. "It is, indeed."

Penelope Goodson: well... you grow a beak and i'm like.. outta here buddy.. *she smiles sunnily and gathers her book into her lap* i should probably goooooo..

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: He chuckles a bit, amazinly seeming amused by that...or perhaps just surprised someone knows what a griffen is in this day and age. "I see. What are you reading?"

Penelope Goodson: oh, here. *she hands the book to him, letting him look it over* Its all about nursery rhymes and their origins and stuff.

Griffen "Aconite" Aston: "Grimm's Grimmest?" He looks the cover over.

Penelope Goodson: *she grins and lets him take a boo at it, cup making a slurping sounds as she reaches the end of her coffee delight*.. .. oh my.. well for $3.00 you'd think you'd get more tastiness.

Penelope Goodson: *she gives a nod once he's done with the book, taking it back with a shrug* i like that sorta stuff.. *she pulls out a pocket watch and makes a face* whoa. I'd better get.. nice meeting you griffen! I'll see you around maybe! stay outta trouble, and watcha all that smoking!*and she plods off, hurrying from pool of light to pool of light, until she's gone*