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Well I'll drink t'that.

No wonder you're th'cool teacher. [Air-quotes with her fingers.] But why th'new leaf?

Ain't that what m'supposed t'do?

Quelques. But if m'honest... you just sound like someone bein stubborn for th sake of bein stubborn.

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Not deliberately.

...maybe I should just get some hot young guy and set him up in an apartment. Have a kept man.

Look, I'm not givin' y'gas, chéri. I think it's a great idea. I'm just sayin' change like that don't normally happen without a reason?

Either way, more power to ya. Somebody suggested I could substitute-- [A derisive snort.] Even without goin' t'class or gradin' papers, I'm a thousand-percent sure you do a much better job of it than I ever could.

You did that an you'd fall in love an he'd break your heart.

Naw. Better t'get your heart broken th cheap an old fashioned way.

Just thought bein th new school year... I should start off right.

Cher... no one thinks I'm a good teacher at anythn'. You? You they'd like.

I would not. It's a business transaction.

Fifty Shades wasn't cute, Jean Paul.

[SUCH an eyeroll.]

Never read it. I'm not into heteros playing at kinky sex.

You really think it's a bad idea, though?

It was required readin' for my class.

I think it's a silly idea considerin' you could do better if you wanted to. But if you don't wanna put effort into yourself, maybe it's your only hope. [He shrugs]

Why?

[There is an expression of genuine despair on Jean-Paul's face for a fraction of a second. Then his face falls back into the cold, arrogant mask it so often is.]

You keep insulting me and then seem surprised when I dismiss your 'advice.'

They were gonna read it anyway. Had plenty of good teachin' moments.

You really tryin' t'pretend you ain't stubborn or that you don't love being stubborn? Where I'm from th Truth ain't insults.

That's actually a good point.

...alright. I cannot deny that I'm stubborn. I'm not trying to be, but I am. I am trying to be realistic. And all I am hearing from you is "this is your own fault," which may be true but isn't very helpful.

So. New school year, new you. [She raised her glass of Whiskey like a toast.] Bonne chance.

Pffft-- But don't y'teach Art History or somethin'. It ain't like somebody's gonna lose a foot if they can't tell Renoir from Monet. Maybe those kids needs a cool teacher? [A gallic shrug.]

Now I know you're fuckin' with me.

You know me well enough t'know it ain't gonna last. [He Sighs a bit]

Oui. Intro t'Art History an Sex Ed. Cause no one else wants t'say th word penis to a bunch of teenagers an like y'say... Renoir from Monet ain't exactly important information an if they miss a few classes they're still gonna be fine in th real world.

No. I ain't. You care bout them kids an you barely know em.

Jesusgod, Remy. Wherever you're gettin' this defeatist bullshit from, I'm going t'kick you if you don't knock it off.

Y'completely skimmed over th'part where I so-brilliantly suggested that maybe those kids need a cool teacher who doesn't stress them out all th'time. Like. Not their whole education, obviously...

I'm not a total monster, no. But assumin' for th'moment that I didn't scare th'ever-loving daylights out of 'em, what would I even teach?

C'est just....

I just don't want em to remember me as th teacher who didn't care... I want em to do their best...

You wouldn't scare em. Those kids have seen plenty bad things an a beautiful woman ain't even on th list.

Oh, love. I'm sure they know that y'care. But that's a nobel thought, so if there's anythin' I can do t'help, you just let me know.

Exactement! Those kids have seen enough shit, I'm not tryin' t'add t'their trauma and you stop all that flirtin'.

You say that but then you really wanna be on my phone after Jono t'substitute classes? Don't you go offerin' if you don't mean it...

Those kids'll adore you.

You know I'll flirt wit you t'ill I die, oui?

Anything apart from substitutin'. I can... I dunno, sharpen pencils? Erase th'chalkboard? Look, I don't really know what goes into schoolin', but I'm down t'steal whatever back t'school supplies y'need, d'accord?

I doubt that very much.

[Just some half-hearted growling.]

S'il vous plait? Not even Art History? They look at slides an go t'museums! You could help supervise on school trips! c'est facile!

Trust me. I know those kids an I know they're gonna adore you as much as Me n Jono. [It's done. He's basically decided she's officially a teacher now and on his call list for when he doesn't make it to class...]

[A cheeky grin]

You clearly haven't heard about what happened th'last time I supervised a trip to th'museum. [If Anika weren't so good at interpersonal skills and smoothing things over, that little troup of Girl Scouts would still be banned from the Met.]

You cannot possibly know that. [Behold, the she-wolf digging in her heels like a frightened cub.] And no fair bringin' Jono into this. You two are a fluke, and y'know it!

It's gonna be sooner rather than later if y'keep this up. [And then she primly sticks her tongue out at him, for good measure.]

I ain't heard but I reckon you're gonna have t'tell me after th leads up like that. [He needs to know this story...]

I know th kids an I know you. You're gonna be great.

You love it.

Let's just say I've been kicked outta nicer places...

Gonna--? What d'you mean gonna? You can't just declare someone a substitute teacher! ... Right? Besides I already said I weren't doin' it.

Ferme-la. [And yet her grin gives her away.]