Rona and Matt found Sacha standing in the back garden enclosed by the cool pre-autumn air and at a remove from a group of smokers.

"Mind if I light up?" asked Matt when the joined her.

"Yes" said Rona. "Because I plan on kissing you later, and I'd rather not get a mouthful of stale cigarette flavour. Anyway, you don't smoke!"

"I do when there are other people smoking around me."

"So you smoke at pubs and at parties?" asked Sacha.

"That's right! That's a good way to put it, I'll have to remember that: 'pubs and parties'."

"Speaking of which" said Rona, addressing Sacha, "what do you make of this party? I mean, celebrating R.U. 486 and all that?"

"Well I think it's terrific, the decision on the drug. But I don't know how many people are here to celebrate it, and how many are here just for the sake of partying."

"Rona doesn't like it" grinned Matt teasingly. "She's a right-to-lifer."

"I am not! God, I wish people would stop saying that!" Rona punched him on the point of his shoulder.

"Ow!" he laughed. "I think there's a little Rona's-fist-shaped hole in my shoulder by now."

"Well you should stop saying stupid shit then!" She gazed towards the back fence of the garden. "I support abortion, really I do, just . . . not lots of it."

"Well as long as you don't start spouting shit about how the white race is going to abort itself out of existence, I guess we can still get along" said Sacha wryly.

"I think you've been reading too many conspiracy blogs" Rona replied.

"No, just listening to too many stupid Liberals backbenchers."

"Hell" said Matt, "there's only a few thousand votes difference between the two."

"Liberal and Labor both" sighed Rona.

"And let's not forget our old friends the Nationals" commented Matt.

"Why not?" asked Sacha. "Everyone else has."