"Vanity?" Molly punched her arm, more than a little buzzed. "What's that? Truth in advertising?"
  "Um--parents," Vanity smiled, eyes squinting as if in pain.
  "What's your major?"
  "Oh, you know. I'm just kind of here."
  "Liberal Arts?"
  "Uh, Sub-quantum Time Displacement."
  "My bad," said Molly, raising her thin plastic cup.