Sam:
Looked down at her own plate thoughtfully, "how about being a carrot,
they're prettier than green beans.  I'll trade you if you like."

Julia very calmly put the remainder of the pickle down on the plate, her
appetite gone.

A teacher that gets kids to do her work so she can drool over a guy and now
a teacher that undermined authority.

Spiffy.

Ingrid raised an eyebrow, having noticed the same thing and looked at Sam,
polite smile in place but not reaching her eyes as she wiped the corners of
her mouth with the red cloth that had been a part of the place setting "Well
I must say I'm stuffed.  I hope we have time enough for me to rest a little
before the lesson?"

She was, for the moment, content to settle on enjoying her drink while the
others finished their meals.

"What exactly do you teach Ms Owens?" the question could be taken two ways -
actual scholastic lessons or the kind Ingrid was thinking of, which was
either obedience or disobedience of a caretaker's authority.

Julia looked at Ingrid and inperceptively shook her head, not wanting
something started and possibly make Derek the others feel uncomfortable.  If
anything she'd have a word or two with Sam - although she didn't trust
herself to have them without having the burning urge to cold cock her a good
one.


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