"I'm the math teacher," she said, the greenish flippers extending from her feet instead of toes curling upward like they were stretching out. "Arla Lawrence. Aloha." Said with as much dull sarcasm as possible. It wasn't that Arla was a bitch, she'd just been in a perpetual bad mood for the last eight months.
"Anybody tell you it's Christmas, surfer-boy?" Setting her gin and notebook down, she slid the robe off of her shoulders.