"Yes," Felicity agreed, "it does seem to be a symptom of their years. As long as they keep it out of my classes, I'm willing to turn a somewhat blind eye - provided no lines are crossed." Luckily, in her years as training master, she'd never seen anything worse than relationships ending poorly.
Tomatoes thoroughly stripped of all dirt and greenery, Felicity moved on to breaking apart and rinsing the lettuce. She concentrated on her hands for a few minutes, checking carefully for any bugs, but really, it was her own fault for broaching the topic. "To be honest, I haven't really had the energy to focus on tutoring one particular squire, given how much time I spend teaching." She pulled a face. "Besides, given how many of the squires do attend my classes, I'm more than a little concerned about the appearance of favouritism - I'm not sure how it is for you, Peony, teaching smaller groups, but it completely kills discipline in a larger class." She finished with the first head, and pulled a new one from the crate. "But I've mentioned that I might be persuadable, and I think Drake may have a squire in mind for me, so we'll see how that goes."
"Speaking of - how are your students doing these days? There was that blind girl you were tutoring, correct?"