Is A Cigar Just A Cigar, Tuesday, Period 3

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

"I'm very glad to see all of you back and in one piece," Cindy said as the class filed in. "I wasn't looking forward to failing anyone because they got themselves hurt acting like an idiot."

But she totally would, let's be clear.

"So today is your final," she said, handing a stack of papers to Jaime if he was there to begin handing out. "You've been a great class this semester and I'm glad we got to work together. Hopefully you'll retain some of this information past the winter break--it'll be useful for those of you who intend to go on to college in this world, I promise."

She pointed at her desk, which was covered with a platter of pastries and a to-go container of milk and another of tea. Also napkins. Lots of napkins. "Help yourselves to some of the snacks while you work," she offered, and when you're done with your final, you're free to go. I hope I see you in future classes.

[OCD coming up]

Comments

Re: Talk to "Professor Perrault"

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime just laughed and shook his head. Then looked over at her thoughtfully.

"You wouldn't really make me cry would you?"

Re: Talk to "Professor Perrault"

[steel-not-glass.livejournal.com]

Because this was Jaime and he ranked among her favorite students, he got an honest answer.

"I hope not," she said quietly. "But there are no guarantees in this lifetime."

Re: Talk to "Professor Perrault"

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime nodded, eyes growing distant and thoughtful. "That's true enough."

Sadly.

But at least she hoped not. That meant something.