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Methos has his feet up on the desk. "I don't feel like working too hard today. Next Wednesday is your first exam. Today? Talk about Greece. Talk about Egypt, Sumeria, Crete, whatever we've discussed in class. Throw spit balls at each other. I don't care.

"Next Tuesday we'll have a formal review session. Your illustrious TA, Janet Fraiser, has volunteered to run an additional study group after our meeting next Tuesday."

[[OOC: No OCD threads because work is kicking my ass. Go.]]

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Molly nodded and smiled. "Much better to narrow it down than go in hoping to get help with everything."

"I like the way you think, Molly," he told her with a smile of his own. "It seems as if there's just so much to go through, doesn't there?"

She widened her eyes and nodded. "It seems like everybody else in class knows all this already. The discussions go right over my head."

"I know what you mean. The homework is one thing; I have plenty of time to mull over my answers and rewrite. But the discussion sections move so fast, I hardly have time to process them, let alone get a word in edgewise." He looked slightly embarrassed. "I don't believe what I had to say would be quite as substantial, either."

Molly giggled quietly. "I feel exactly the same."

"Well then," said Archie in a playfully gallant voice, "I believe you and I have forged a powerful bond over this common discovery. Thus united, we shall go forth and conquer this fair land of academia, no matter how daunting it shall seem."

He finished off this little speech with a brief, silly bow -- or as close to one as he could manage from a sitting position, with his desk in the way.

Molly giggled again. "Super! Now I can worry about it a little less."

"As can I," Archie continued in the same tone. "Strength in numbers, and all."

He reached over and briefly laid a friendly hand on Molly's shoulder. "Incidentally, I'd like to say that I'm relieved you made it through the weekend in good health."

Molly grimaced a little, but she was getting over her disappointment. She gave Archie a wry grin. "Yeah, it helps that I slept through most of it."

And then she remembered what she heard on the radio. "You're recovered now, right? The radio made it sound like you had a rough time in detention."

"Oh, I'm fine," he reassured her. "I spent most of it wrapped up in blankets and thawing, myself, and really, I saw no action at all. Those snow monsters took me out almost immediately after they attacked."

He rolled his eyes. "At least I'm not carrying on about it like some people I could name."

Molly giggled. "Some people just aren't used to this type of thing. They need more attention to tell themselves they actually got through it in one piece."

"I suppose one might have said that of a friend of mine back home," replied Archie. "For a while there, after he first joined the Navy, he was best distinguished as 'the midshipman who was seasick at Spithead.' You see, we were at anchor, and not ten minutes on deck and there he was, miserable and vomiting. But the last I knew of him, he was turning into a damned fine officer with a brilliant mind. He never did get over his weak stomach, though."

"People will surprise you," Molly said.

She looked down at her books and whined a little. "So much reading. I'm beginning to think I should have dropped this class before the cut off."

"I might have considered that myself, except I'd be below the minimum three," said Archie, giving her a comforting smile. "I think I prefer to think of it as character building. Besides, if we don't do the reading, how will we know what we need to work on in that study session?"

He did look at his own books with some apprehension as well, though.

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