“Oh, I didn’t know this was a date!” says Frazzle, “I am so sorry, ladies. I didn’t know that I was interrupting a thing. It was rude of me I admit it…”
At this very moment, Mabel, the refectory angel arrives. “What are the three of you doing with all of these sugar cubes? Is that what you children think this refectory is? A playground. And I expected more of you, Bae!”
Bae’s face goes very red. “I’m sorry, Mabel. I should have known…”
”You certainly should have!” Mabel yells, turning her fire on you now. “And as for you, Epson Moore, I though of you as sensible and well-brought up, but it turns out that consorting with such…”
”Stupid?” suggests Frazzle. “This is not stupid, Mabel. This is science! Now if you will allow me to assemble these cubes into a pyramid.”
”It’s actually more like a zigurrat,” you find yourself suggesting involuntarily, swept along by the moment.
There is a sound something like a whimper as Bae scrapes her chair back from the table and runs for the door. It swings back closed and Bae is gone.
Maybe you won’t be able to use her fax machine to print your timetable. (goto 68)