Office Hours [3.6]

[atreideslioness]

It was a Friday, which meant Ghanima was in her office again. This time sketching out ideas for a summer class inbetween jotting off letters to home.

If by 'sketching out ideas' you meant 'throw things at options on the wall until something sticks', anyway.

'Ware the flying knives!

[OOC: Open door, open office, and SP is ze rule. It is "

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[blondecanary]

Dinah knocked on the doorframe before peeking in, then her eyes widened. "I can come back if this is a bad time."

[atreideslioness]

"It's not a bad time, Dinah," Ghanima assured her. "I'm just narrowing down options for what I might teach this summer."

It made sense in Ghanima-logic, sadly.

She got up to retrieve her blades, gesturing for Dinah to come in. "Even teachers need to amuse themselves on occasion, you know."

[blondecanary]

Dinah snickered as she came in, then held out a small wrapped box, putting it down on Ghanima's desk. "It's a thank-you present. For whatever you said to Barbara, that helped her listen to me when I told her about this place, and that I wanted to stay."

[atreideslioness]

"I told her that she was talking to the wrong person," Ghanima confessed, picking up the package to unwrap it slowly. "That I thought removing you from the school at this point would be a mistake, but that you were the only person who was going to be able to answer her actual questions to her satisfaction. I was perhaps a bit less diplomatic about it than I could have been, but I said nothing but the truth."

She held up the box to admire it, a smile of delight crossing her features. "Thank you, Dinah. It's lovely."