Parker grinned. "If-- and I say, if-- the Student Council gets the funds for a trip to Europe, especially England and France, and you agree to be a chaperone, then I will not show that movie to those two, thus guaranteeing forever that they'll never understand Medieval England. And as a bonus? I won't show them Last Knight, either. And I promise to tell them that any of the others are works of fiction."
Parker took a last sip of her coffee, and threw it in the trash. "And of course not everything in life can be negotiated with blackmail. Sometimes, people just owe me favors." Like Dr. Grissom, ponying up with the Special Collections pass. Go, Griss!
"You want me to ride herd on a bunch of hormonal teenagers through two countries -- three if you count the fact that we originate here -- in exchange for not hopelessly corrupting the brains of two of my students." Methos sighed and pretended to think. "All right. As long as you wait until *after* the semester is over to show them Monty Python and the Holy Grail, because otherwise they won't get it."
"Yes!" Parker did her traditional little victory dance, and chortled. "Sometime this weekend? King Arthur (http://community.livejournal.com/m15m/4794.html), with cute guys. At least they know who he was supposed to be now." She smirked. "~Thank you, Dr. Pierson.~ I'll email you if Monday's no good for your prezzie!"
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Parker took a last sip of her coffee, and threw it in the trash. "And of course not everything in life can be negotiated with blackmail. Sometimes, people just owe me favors." Like Dr. Grissom, ponying up with the Special Collections pass. Go, Griss!
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Out loud.
"You're welcome, Parker, and I hope I don't live to regret it. But I probably will." He grinned at her enthusiasm.