Class Dismissed (One-on-One)

"I just don't like people peer-reviewing my work," she said easily. "Especially people I don't know very well."

 

"I did, but purely out of politeness," she said patiently. "I'm glad that you decided not to."

 

She frowned at him, but there was amusement in her eyes.

"Francis, you remind me of a petulant six-year-old."

 

"Perhaps," she said. "But they also don't quite grasp potty-training, so if I were you, I would avoid being compared to one."

 

She laughed deeply, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyes were bright, and she looked up at him with an easy smile.

"Don't act like one, then."

 

She met his gaze for a moment and was quiet before looking back down at her clay.

"For you, maybe," she said. "I find that it leaves a bad taste in my mouth."

 

"See?" she asked with a smirk. "Petulant."

 

"Trust me," she said, her nose crinkling as she grinned at him. "You're a six-year-old."

 

"6 going on 17," Poppy said, finishing the phalange she was working on and starting a new one.

 

"I thought proving a point was important to you?" she asked, glancing at him.