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[notpuny]

"--jay, you would not believe--"

Wait. Spider sense?

Oh. This isn't his apartment. ... Okay, then.

Peter squints at Bar for a second, then dumps his pile of folders on the nearest table and drops heavily into a chair.

"Little rat guy, I need your biggest size of coffee. Like, a bucket. And, uh, crap, I know it was in one of these pockets ...

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[coreenfennel]

"With a coffee that big, to match that stick of papers and red pen, it must be finals or midterms," Coreen Fennel observes from a table nearby. She's crocheting a baby blanket.

[notpuny]

"Hey, got it in one."

Peter grins ruefully at her.

"I never thought I could hate midterms more than when I was in college. Then I got a job as a teacher."

[coreenfennel]

Coreen grins. "Yeah, seeing the same mediocre work over and over must get boring...unless you're lucky and getting bored by the good grades."

She sets the forest green baby blanket on the table and outstretches her hand.

"Coreen Fennel."

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

(May I?)

[ushouldcwhatic]

Psychic senses tingling? Or just maybe science teachers have a radar about each other. In any case, Johnny looked up and toward Peter at the comment about red pen. That pile of papers by the other man just confirmed his suspicions.

"Mid-term or finals?" He asked as he stopped by with his order of cola soda and fried paradoxes in hand.