"Nope I saw an elephant with balloons." She said with a chuckle. She couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know which idea is more absurd," Curry hummed. He then flashed her an impish-looking grin. "Heh...I do have this insane fantasy involving merpeople, though. And practically every single mythical being that's remotely attractive..."

"Really?" She asked, "I love mythology. Mostly Greek and Egyptian." She said watching and waiting to listen intently.

"Specific gods...maybe. Depending on the god," Curry added, quickly. He wasn't that much of a man-whore. ...But he did indeed consider himself a bit of a man-whore.

She nodded thinking. "I like Hades, Set, and Apollo. I prefer the godess they are easier to enjoy well other than Hera because shes just a bitch." She paused blushing. "Sorry I didn't mean to say that word."

"I like 'em, too. I prefer gods compared to goddesses. I tend not to care for women. Takes a special kind of woman to evoke any feelings in me..." Curry seemed to have no problems admitting this.

She gave him a short nod seeming to understand or fake it at least. "Why do you think that is?"

"Beats me. I didn't have any kind of parental figure in my lifetime, so I can't hold any grudges against women or men alike...it's just always been that way." Curry glanced off to the side in an offhand manner.

Lyda nodded softly. "Well there isn't always an answer to everything." She smiled feeling more relaxed with Curry.

Curry shrugged, folding his arms across his chest and glowering moodily at the wall. He didn't seem to be in a cheery mood.

Lyda frowned sadly looking at him. She could tell he was upset but wasn't sure what to do to make him better.

Curry suddenly yawned widely, stretching his arms out. "Anything else we can do today?" he asked, idly. He was starting to get bored.

"Board games...puzzles...." She offered with a frown. There wasn't much to do within the building.

"I tend not to do well with board games. I'm an impatient and sore loser. Puzzles...nah. I don't feel like thinking all that much." Curry frowned, looking down. "Maybe you could get permission to take me to one of the interviewing rooms?"

Most counselors and therapists consulted with their clients in large, open interviewing rooms. They were filled with various strange and random objects, used in sessions to gauge reactions from the patients.

She nodded typing that in her PDA before smiling, "Yes we're cleared to go..." She smiled standing.

"All righty, then. I suppose you need me to put a jacket on." Curry frowned, looking sour. The more violent patients that were considered criminally insane were forced to wear straitjackets outside of their cells.

She frowned and nodded, "Yes I must....unfortunately." She frowned. She really didn't like straightjackets... Still she got up and pulled one out frowning sadly as she put it on him.

The only thing Curry liked about straitjackets was that they made great blankets at night. Oftentimes when it got colder out, Curry would purposely act up at night to force employees to put a straitjacket on him. He slept better at night, then.

"Allright..." She said as she helped him up sliding her card through the slot so they could go out and walk to the interviewing room.

Curry had some trouble walking straight with the straitjacket on him. He often tipped over and had no way of righting himself--his arms were a source of balance for someone his height.

Lyda saw him having trouble and tried to help the best she could to straighten him up and help him walk without toppling over.

Curry was relieved for her assistance and his face lit up when the interviewing room came into sight. It was empty today--an even happier sight for him. He attempted to wiggle out of the jacket on his own, but it seemed to be impossible.

She frowned as she saw this. "I would take you out but I'm not allowed. I'd get in trouble." She said frowning as she sat down on one of the interview couches helping him down gently.

Curry didn't even respond to her. He continued shifting around even when she sat him down. It took a few minutes, but he was finally able to wriggle out of one of the jacket's sleeves. Before she could protest, he had the jacket off and looked ten times as comfortable. "That's better."