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[Now that the fun of her "prize" for completing the trial is behind her, Clara's ready to focus on things that are important. Like work. The need to be constantly doing something and making herself useful keeps her going, and now that she's started her history project and her maps she figures she can take on one other task.

The only problem is, she's not really sure how this task will go over with the general public. Especially one particular subset of said public. So when she speaks, she looks a little unsure.]

Right, so, schooling. Figure we've all been here long enough now to establish something for the children. Or anyone else that wants to learn, I suppose. I taught seventh year English back in London, but am able to work with just about any level and subject matter.

[She pauses and her head tips to the side, fully expecting to be able to hear the collective screams of all the kids that are around. Her eyes glance away for a second, and when she looks back she's grinning. Surely she can get the kids on board with getting an education.]

Before, back on the Moira, I remember there being something similar in place. Anyone that'd like to assist with getting lessons up and going as soon as possible? Speak up so we can arrange a meeting. Doctor? I'd say you have a choice about helping, but 'fraid I won't go that far. You're already on my list.

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[spacerhyme]

[ he was apparently only semi-listening to her post. and may have already tuned it out, as it clearly didn't involve him— because once he hears his name, he's sputtering, a piece of kaittan fruit halfway to his mouth: ]

Huh? W-what list?

[ is it a bad list. ]

[ex_bossily211]

[She at least has the decency to cover her mouth and try to hide her smile.]

The list of people who are helping with the school, obviously. Were you paying attention to anything I said?

[Relax, she knows he totally wasn't.]

[spacerhyme]

[ (yes, obviously.)

oh, it's that sort of list. well, at least he didn't do a thing that's made her mad. it's so hard to know, sometimes . . .

he eats his fruit, unconcerned. ]

I'm not going to be your caretaker, Clara, that was a one-off.

[ find a new janitor. ]

[ex_bossily211]

[She just stares at him like he's just said something incredibly thoughtless.]

Doctor, I want you to work with the children. You're the one who boasts about having dad skills, remember?

[spacerhyme]

Oh.

[ o h. he winces, scratches the back of his head. ]

Yeah, yeah, but— [ he's not entirely sure what he's protesting. he's sort of worked, in a way, with her students back in their universe, too.

with... mixed... results, but that one girl's interview with churchill went well enough, he thinks. we don't need to talk about the moon. ]

...Well, I suppose I could help out.

But the educational field trips will be slightly lacking.

[ex_bossily211]

[No, no. Let's never talk about Courtney or the moon ever again.]

There's plenty you can do without a spaceship, Doctor.

[I hope he's ready for a peptalk. Because it's about that time. She smiles all fond and warm, because she thinks he's the best. And she's also trying to be adorable while talking him into doing what she wants him to do.]

You know so much about so many things. You're the smartest man I know. There's plenty you can teach them.

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[spacerhyme]

[ ah, far be it from him to refuse a good ego-stroking. he half-smirks at her; he knows when he's being buttered up. ]

Well, I can't deny that.

[spacerhyme]

—Space! Space and time, two things hardly anyone actually understands, even after they've traveled through both.

[ and he can really talk at length about either. if he's gonna teach anyone anything, it might as well be that. ]