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Neal was thrilled he wasn’t a pony anymore. Seriously. So thrilled. He didn’t know if he could manage walking into a class and trying to teach while he had hooves and a tail. Fortunately, he didn’t have to.

When the students filed into the classroom, they would find the desks set up in rows of two, the chairs facing each other. On every desk was a small compact mirror. Don’t ask Neal where he got the mirrors. On the board in the front of the room was written in big blue letters:

“So,” he said once everyone was seated. “Last week we did fake introductions and practiced lying. This week we’re going to talk about the mechanics of it. More specifically, we’re going to talk about tells.”

“A tell,” he continued, “is something that gives you away when you’re lying. There are some that are pretty common, like blinking or stuttering. Some, you’ll only ever find on one person and hope you never, ever see it again.” He grinned. “Funny story, I once knew a guy named Billy who got really, really itchy when he lied.” A downward glance revealed just where, in fact, Billy had itched. Of course, that would be inappropriate to discuss in class, so he just implied it and left it at that.

“Today, I want you all to pair off in groups of two and start talking. You guys heard of the game Two Truths and a Lie? That’s basically what I’m talking about. Your partner’s job is to try to identify the lie by picking up on any tells that you might have. Then, once you learn what your tells are, I want you to watch yourselves in the mirrors I put on your desks and try to spot them.”

He hopped up onto the desk at the front of the room. “Ready? Pair off and get going. If you have any questions, you can come find me or Kenzi, the new TA.” He gestured to point her out. “Say hello, Kenzi."

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"Dude, you have not met her. She teaches the party class and carries confetti with her to throw in the air when she's randomly happy. If she was messing with me, she's, like, genius-class messing." Kenzi cocked her head. Then grinned. "I could introduce you?"

Ahahaha, oh, she'd love to see that.

Uh... no, he was going to pass on that. Thanks, Kenzi.

"Mm, that's all right," Neal said, arching one eyebrow. "Maybe I'll stop by her class, though."

Last time, Kenzi had brought him cake. Maybe there would be cake again.

Oh, there would definitely be cake. Along with boggling.

"It's tomorrow. That and weapons." Kenzi grinned, and hopped off the desk, arms and legs in motion like a grasshopper on speed. "Cupcakes are Thursday!"

Best. School. Ever.

"Later, Mr. Caffrey!"

Sigh. Oh, Kenzi, Kenzi, Kenzi.

"Later," he laughed, watching her go.

Then he pulled out his Blackberry and began penning a text to Peter about his new ~~minion~~ assistant. Peter was going to love this.

Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday | Period 4

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