"I teach primarily on an individual basis, as well as some remedial courses for younger children," Peony responded. The meat completed, she was now slicing the cheese. It seemed Felicity would soon complete the vegetables, as well, which was quite good timing. "I have not seen many complaints of favoritism when I take a student aside, as lessons with me are generally considered.... somewhat challenging, but then, I have not been a long-term mentor until quite recently."
She completed her task and went hunting for platters upon which to place the sandwiches as she answered the next question. "Yes, Quenten is quite talented - and quite impulsive. She will be leaving my care soon, and I can only pray to Faram that my tutelage has served her well." Certainly the young woman had learned control. Peony had a feeling, however, that her other lessons, in restraint and humility, might take somewhat longer to be realized in Quenten's behavior. Which, she supposed, was all tied into being eighteen and eager. Restraint so often came with experience. But the girl was trying to exercise caution, even if she might not yet believe such to be necessary. It was a good first step.
"And here we are," she said, emerging victorious at last with two large platters, "taking time off to do Faram's good work and talking about yet more work instead." It seemed to be the fact of her life - she was nearly always working. "Would you like to help me assemble the sandwiches?" she asked Felicity. "No real cooking is required, I assure."