"George, you've got her worried now, stop it." Spencer grinned, unrepentant, and pulled a folder open, "I keep telling you Jazz, how far you could go? It seems George here wants you to get a move on and go faster. But I keep telling him you have to be ready to move on, and well, you only just finished your finals on that course right? Did you get the results yet?"
George harrumphed and settled himself into the spare chair, "If you will coddle the girl, I keep telling you she's worth a lot more, and I can give her the kind of knowledge she's dreaming of," he indicated the sketch, "see that? That's what I want to give her, the confidence to know what she's doing is good stuff and I think we can do that now, not in two years." He winked at Jazz, "What do you say my dear? Ready to learn something more useful than book learning?"