"I'll have it filled out in triplicate and on your desk before bed." Which he would only be seeing in his dreams considering she was sure he didn't have a memory of a goldfish. There was almost a salute or at least rolling her eyes, but she just rested her hands on the back of a chair. Which was good considering she was soon gripping on to it. At first it just sounded like he wanted just a verbal report of what she knew. Not a full report in two days of trends and anything about their educational system. It was true she was one of the few that had a class that could generally take care of itself. That didn't give him the right in her opinion to put it the way he did.
Her knuckles were turning white from holding onto the chair just to keep her tone even. Yelling at this point would only kill her point that she wasn't some hormonal teenager to talk down to. "First of all, at no point to I ever agonize over a bikini considering I don't even like the beach." A husband dying from drowning in that water plus her general red hair leading to severe burning could be blamed for that. "So secondly, perhaps I will if you ask me like an adult instead of one of your children and don't forget to say please." Though really it likely wouldn't matter how he put it. She would go take her frustration with him out with some loud music on her iPod (with headphones likely since she didn't want to disturb Emily). After calming down would come the hours of work trying to compile something that she would likely lose sleep over just to make sure it was everything he had asked for and a bit more.
Likely only to brace herself to hear that her magnus opus of a report was satisfactory and would do the job but only barely.