Office Hours, Saturday

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Anyone looking for Steve would find a sign on his door redirecting them to the art classroom, where he'd pinned up some of the pieces the students had done so far, so their guests could see their work. Tony's blobs of color work was even represented, even if his lack of artistic skill did give Steve almost physical pain. How could someone who was

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Even if it was just art class, Robby was hardly going to just ignore the opportunity to check up on his daughter's classes. He knocked on the doorway, then strode inside.

"Mr. Rogers?" he guessed a bit hopefully. Yes, it had taken a few maps for him to find this room.

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"Yes, hello," Steve said, smiling almost gratefully at a guest who wasn't a ghost from his past. "Can I help you?"

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"I'm told you're one of my daughter's teachers," Robby said, extending a hand for Steve to shake. "Robby Stewart."

[[Hi, notif I never got! OMG I am so sorry.]]

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"Pleased to meet you," Steve said, giving Robby a firm handshake. Like. Really firm. "You must be Miley's father."

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Very firm. Hmm. Since Robby's job consisted mostly of meeting Hannah Montana's costume designers and makeup guys, he'd come to appreciate a good firm handshake.

"That I am," he said proudly. "How's she doing?"

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"She's doing great," Steve said. "She really seems to be enjoying the class so far."

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"That's what I like to hear."

He liked to hear anything that didn't have to do with Miley dancing during an exam as a study tactic, how about that?

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That seemed reasonable. "She's not a bad artist, either," Steve said, gesturing to one of the paintings on the wall. "This is one of hers."