Free Period for Teachers -- Wednesday, October 26th

[principalconnor.livejournal.com]

Sarah lies on the couch, a very large thick hardcover copy of the encyclopedia in her lap. What no one can see is that she's hollowed it out and has stuffed a couple of tawdry romance novels inside it and is reading them intently as if on a mission.

Today, the caterers are taking any and all requests. Turns out that's what happens when you talk sternly to them while holding a hammer covered in frog guts.

Comments

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Why, poems are written to woo women, sir. I prefer ones about my grace, wit, charm, and intelligence. However, it never hurts to hear about how one looks through the eyes of another. [She gives him a small, half-smile] Why do you ask, sir?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

I was considering attempting the form myself...for my certain friend. [His smile matches hers.] But I was finding acquiring the right words to convey emotion rather difficult. I am glad to hear your advice.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I'm always good for advice, sir. Look me up anytime you need it. My apologies, but if I'm going to impress Professor Chaucer at tea, I need to go home and prepare. Shall I expect you?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He nods.] I shall look forward to it. Good afternoon, Ms Cregg.