Diaz & AssOCIATES, Monday [08/30].

[died8yearsago]

Don't let the extensive searching on the internet and the book on Rosa's desk titled 'How to Teach Mathematics' fool you. She had not entirely given up on the idea of potentially poisoning or otherwise incapacitating Summer Smith to get her class back, but she was starting to wonder if the trouble would be worth it, or if she should just give in and let math class happen.

And don't start thinking that this had anything to do with a meeting with a certain moose that had not gone over very well, and rest assured, the banadge wrapped tightly around Rosa's hand right now had nothing to do it with it, either!

But she could understand how trying to figure out how to incorperate mathematical priciples into stealth, traps, lockpicking, and other certain heist-related activities might make it seem like she was finally just accepting her fate and going with it.

Diaz & Ass. is open!

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[what_the_shock]

Was Miguel amused that Rosa was teaching math this semester? Absolutely.

Was he going to let on? She knew where he lived.

...but she also knew him, so.

He was coming down with coffee and bagels (lox, cream cheese, and all) and bacon, but he was definitely settling in the chair by her desk with a look of amusement.

[died8yearsago]

And Rosa was just going to shift her gaze from her computer to land a firm, level gaze at Miguel until her eyes shifted over to the food. A notebook that she would deny contained anything of importance was pushed to the side to make room as she moved the food closer, with a lift of her chin expressing a very conditional gratitude that was ready to be revoked instantly if need be, all depending on what he may choose to say next, if anything.

He'd managed to avoid being a new focus of her ire so far, but that was no guarantee...

[what_the_shock]

"Do I even want to know why or how?" Miguel asked. "Or if you need moose repellent or something?" he added, nodding toward her bandaged hand.

[died8yearsago]

"I think what I need is more like moose napalm," Rosa grumbled, as she got herself a bagel, trying to decide which was worse: actually explaining, or just letting him fill in the blanks himself.

[what_the_shock]

"Good luck with that. I tried talking to him once, and I still had to teach 'Mad Science'."

Which was more annoying but probably also more interesting than plain math.