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As the students grouped into the classroom for the first time, those familiar with Alistair and Morrigan's general modus operandi would have made note of the familiar twin expressions of distaste on their faces.

For Alistair, that had kind of become rote - the scowl in question was getting to be about as familiar as his favorite pair of leather trousers. "Good morning, and welcome to... this class." Ugh, the name. Was that really necessary? "I'm Alistair, of the Grey Wardens, and this is Morrigan. We're glad to see you lot. It's going to be an excellent semester, I'm sure."

~~Someday, the hatesex between these two was going to be epic~~

"We are here to teach you the fine art of debating or disagreeing with someone, without resorting to a sword in the gut," Morrigan said smoothly. "For instance, there is no reason a templar should stab a mage first, and ask questions later."

"Nor," Alistair said, "Is there any reason for a mage to turn a templar into a toad just because she happens to disagree with his opinion." This came out... not so smoothly. More catty, in the fashion of a fourteen-year-old boy.

You just keep on being excellent examples, Alistair and Morrigan.

Well, he WAS barely out of boy's breeches, at least from Morrigan's oh-so-informed opinion of being about a year his elder.

....this is what happens when the school board lets teenagers teach teenagers, people.

"Introductions are boring," Morrigan continued, as if Alistair hadn't said a word. "One topic you're passionate about, and your argument for or against it in one minute, or something along those lines. You. Start."

"Everyone else is of course allowed to discuss along," Alistair interrupted. "I mean. You don't have to be as taciturn as good old Morrigan over here..." Was that an emphasis on the word 'old'? Wasn't it? Mystery!

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Quinn: Ignoring Alistair's scowl because, honestly, it just made him cuter.

"I think," she announced, "you guys need an assistant as a go-between."

Because he'd so clearly been asking for her opinion on the matter. Besides, she hadn't been a TA before, and she figured it'd be a good thing to try.

"A go-between," Alistair echoed, eyeing her. He wasn't sure whether he was offended or thought that was brilliant.

Less talking to Morrigan was always of the good, after all.

"She is volunteering to be a mediator, Alistair," Morrigan offered helpfully. "When people disagree. That is what a go-between does."

Sometimes you had to use little words with templars, even former ones. Too many head injuries playing with swords.

"Right!" Quinn said, with a pleased nod. "So, like ... you can want to kill each other less. And also if you need other stuff done I can do it. I'm very organized."

And diplomatic as anything, really. Just ask Topher.

Alistair scowled - predictably - more at Morrigan. "I know what a go-between is," he said. Then he golf-clapped, and added, "Really, you know what mediating means? Isn't that for the weak?"

... Sorry, Quinn.

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