He shuffled toward Felicity, who was still seated at her desk with the most innocent expression she could muster.
He leaned over.
Examined the paper.
And his tired eyes slowly widened.
"… These look significantly more coherent than your previous attempts," he said slowly, tapping the parchment. "The fractions are simplified correctly… The logic puzzle wasn't butchered… And this triangle wasn't labeled 'pointy bastard.'"
Felicity flushed and quickly muttered something completely incoherent under her breath.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said, I always study long and hard, Lord Pythagoras!" she declared with righteous innocence, straightening in her seat like a model student.
Pythagoras stared at her for a beat, clearly debating whether or not to believe his own ears.
"…Mmm. Well. Perhaps divine providence finally took pity on my nerves."
