"Inspector Minerva?" Britta asks, looking down at the small, black DVD case. She hadn't seen this one with the rest of Abed's collection. It took a second for the implication of the name to dawn on her. "Wait… there was a female inspector?!"

They're lying on his bed, huddled under his big heavy blue comforter. Britta's arms are exposed to the cold air of Troy's bedroom as she holds the DVD, and she wants desperately to dive her hands back under the blanket, to have it rejoin the rest of her and Troy so they could soak up the heat their bodies were generating together. But she wants to know about this Minerva person even more.

"Yeah," Troy says, grinning at her. He snuggles in closer under the sheets. "Isn't it great?"

"I thought the Inspector didn't have a name?" Britta asks, still confused. It says "Don't Call Me Baby" along the bottom. And the art looks so 1970s. Surely this is a joke? Surely you're supposed to laugh at Minerva, to find her attempts to defy the order of things amusing, to realize that they're a farce designed to mock and deride those who thought the roles society assigned to men and women weren't necessarily set in stone?

Troy doesn't seem to think so though. He's still grinning, still, in spite of her trepidation. "She decided she wanted one pretty early on, to distinguish herself from her male predecessors. She gets kind of- it's kind of a running gag that none of the villains take her seriously at first, that she's a woman so she's no longer smart enough or strong enough or fast enough to stop them." He pointed at the four words, apparently this Minerva's catchphrase, printed along he bottom of the DVD case. "She had to deal with a lot of crap."

"Was she, though?" Britta asked, surprised at her excited she was getting. Inspector Spacetime was always something she'd kind of half-put up with for Troy's benefit. It could be fun and silly now and again, but the show didn't speak to her the way it seemed to to Troy and Abed. "Smart enough, I mean? And strong enough?"

"Of course!" Troy says, frowning as if he couldn't understand this question. "She's still the Inspector."

Britta grins, looking back down at the DVD. "Written by Melissa Daly…" she reads as she brushes a hand across the packages face. Across Minerva's face. "Who's that?"

"She's the woman they brought in to take over after Sir Anthony Bonham-Pease had to go to rehab for his heroin addiction," Troy explains. "I looked her up on the internet. Apparently she wrote for a magazine called Spare Rib or something? Which I don't get cause she worked in a lot of themes but none of them had to do with barbecue, trust me, I was watching for it."

Britta actually gasps. "There was a collection of Spare Ribs that I used to devour back at the Riverside Public Library!" She was actually shaking with excitement now. "This lady's like a real, actual kick ass second wave feminist, Troy! And a British one! Why haven't I heard about her or Minerva before? Abed said that the only women were Constables when I asked about it that one time you invited me to the Dreamatorium!" That visit had not gone so well. Abed had practically ignored her presence, and Troy was stuck in the awkward position of trying to get his friend to include her in more of the dream scape rendering while also trying to make sure Abed didn't feel too "threatened" by her. And that was before they'd started dating!

"Yeah, Abed really doesn't like her. I had to find out about her from the internet! And it took forever to wear him down enough to let me borrow the DVD. Just getting him to admit that the DVD existed and was in his collection was a pain in the ass." Troy frowns, anticipating her reaction. "It's not cause of the politics! Honest! Daly just ignored a lot of the established canon and that's… kind of a huge no-no for most Inspector Spacetime fans."

"Uh huh," Britta snorts. "Yeah, I bet the fact that she introduced a strong, confident, kick-ass female character to the world had nothing to do with any of it."

"Okay, okay," Troy says. "Maybe for some of them. Okay, fine, a lot of them, especially back then. But not Abed."

Britta sighs, relenting. "Yeah, you're right. Abed's not a misogynist. He's too adorable." She laid her head on Troy's chest. "So what's the catch? Come on. I know how this works. There's no way that there's no catch. A cool, pretty hero that's pretty much designed with me in mind?" She looks up at Troy. "Just tell me what it is and get it out of the way."

"Well… there is only the one season," Troy answers. "Sir Bonham recovered from heroin addition pretty quickly and wasn't happy about the show's new direction. He was a member of a small right wing party that campaigned on the vote being take back from women."

"Ewww, gross!" Britta sticks out her tongue in distaste. "That's like the time I found out that the guy who wrote Downton Abbey was a Tory." She'd refused to watch it again after Troy after she'd found that out, and seen the way the show was shaping up. The only servant who stood up for himself was obviously being set up as the villain The villain And a stereotypically selfish gay villain at that. "Well, I guess it'll be good for as long as it lasts, I guess…" Britta opens the small CD try on Troy's laptop, and popped the first disc in.

"Yeah! And hey, afterwards we can always make up our own adventures! There's no reason Reggie couldn't have traveled with Minerva at some point! There's a five year gap in between Season 23 episode 15 and-"

Britta let some of the complicated canonical justifications Troy seems to be walking himself through slip right past her; that particular aspect of Inspector Spacetime never really drew her in. She studied the packaging again. "I really like her hat! It's cute! And she's really pretty, whoever the actress is…" Her eyes fell on the small, purple device in the woman's right hand. She hasn't really paid it much attention before now; it'd seemed like pretty much every other one of those weird magic wands the Inspector always had that Troy insisted be called by whatever it's proper name was. But the more she looks at it, the more familiar looking it becomes. "Uh… Troy…"

"Yeah?"

She points at the object in question. "This, uh-?"

"Quantum Spanner!" he supplies helpfully.

"Yeah. This spanner thing… You don't think it looks a bit… familiar do you?"

"What do you-" his eyes widen as Britta reaches down the side of the bed to grab her purse, extracting the small, phallic shaped little doohicky that she'd ordered online especially to help scratch one particular itch Troy had. The resemblance seems to have become apparent to him too. She grins at him. "No way…"

Britta holds it up to the package. Her's is a little rounder, a little bit snugger, and the large blinking light isn't there. But the color's the same, and the differences in shape are actually pretty minor compared to how eerily similar they look. "Yep. That looks pretty identical." Her grin deepens. "Looks like Minerva and I have similar tastes…"

The opening crawl starts up on the laptop, and Britta shuts up. She actually wants to pay attention to an episode, for once.

That doesn't stop her from moving her hand under the blanket in a way Troy appreciates. It's nothing she hasn't done before for him, usually when there's no time for anything else. It's different now, though. She's slow and even, and no matter how much Troy urges her with his moans or the vulgar little way he moves his hips she keeps him tied to her pace. As much as she's enjoying getting him riled up (and she does so enjoy doing that to him), she wants him to last a good long while.

She's going to have to render something after this.