"I could say hotter things," Wanda said, almost defensively, like this was some kind of challenge. The French teacher had taught Wanda important things about lipstick and boys at an impressionable age, but that wasn't very hot. Wanda had done much hotter things and someday she would recount them, in detail, probably under the influence of more tequila. That day, though, was not today since Wicked was asking another question and Wanda got distracted finishing up the braid. She patted Wicked's hair and then sat down beside her and drained the rest of her water glass.
"No, we had tutors. A lot of interesting mutants came to the island. For a long time we had a real professor teaching us. We had language teachers, dance teachers, anyone with a skill father thought we could use. It wasn't a normal education, but it was really-" she searched for the word she was looking for and the pause that followed was nearly half a minute long. Th- thorough. Thor-oh. The word was thhhhh- something like that. Oh well. "Good."