"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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"You're welcome, Parker, and I hope I don't live to regret it. But I probably will." He grinned at her enthusiasm.