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SCENE: Madon and Andy banter
Blue stood at the centre of the room, biting her fingernails “I mean… we could always consider stalking them.”
Caleb snickered and _ hit him in the leg, but Madon didn’t share his amusement. He sighed, rubbing his chin as if trying to physically push the idea away. “Too risky if we’re caught.” The silence stretched, they’d been trying to come up with a solution to their problem for over an hour now, which didn’t sound very long, but with their deadline fast approaching, they couldn’t afford to lose any more minutes.
Madon spoke again, his voice firmer “Anyways, study time people, let’s get a move on”
A collective groan rose from the room as the children dragged themselves to their feet, shuffling out with all the enthusiasm of prisoners heading back to their cells.
Madon waited until most of them had filed out before turning his attention to the one person still seated.
“Andy. Come on. Prep time.”
Andy didn’t even look up. “Oh, I’m not going.”
Madon closed his eyes briefly, pinching the bridge of his nose, a sigh leaving him, the kind that suggested this was far from the first time this conversation had taken place, “Andy, just because you probably already know everything there is to know doesn’t mean you shouldn’t engage yourself in reading. It’s a useful skill. Keeps you occupied.”
That got her attention. She tilted her head slightly, her expression amused. “Oh no, I do know everything. Besides, what’s the point of reading if I already know what’ll happen next? Kinda defeats the whole purpose, y’know?”
Madon hesitated, t tried a different approach. “Alright. Tell you what, I can get someone to write you a completely new book, something no one’s read before. It’ll take time, but until then, could you at least work on some projects? You love building stuff, try that.”
Andy finally pushed her chair back, stretching as she stood. “Yeah, but the parts I need aren’t here yet.”
“Please,” Madon said, softer now. “For me.”
She paused at that, then groaned dramatically. “Fine.”
Andy started toward the door, but stopped at the frame, glancing back over her shoulder. “But just so you know, I’m offended you think I wouldn’t be able to guess the plot of whatever book you commission.”
A faint smile tugged at Madon’s lips. “We’ll see about that.”