"You act like I can't control the sarcasm, I have you know I can!" Mostly. In a teaching situation she was able to do so at least for the most part. Then again there was that whole 'professional' thing she had to maintain and so she had to cut back on the sarcasm to the best of her ability. "No one's talking about labeling it a classic, Troy. But you do that." Shaking her head in amusement as the conversation switched to the topic of district approved book lists.
"It really is annoying." Huffing out a puff of air, Clara shrugged, "Not much I can do about that though because of all the standardised testings and whatever else they feel needs to be included. But I'll take you up on that. Or just show up to bother you because I can."
Of course, the conversation was eventually going to veer back to one of the many reasons Clara had been in a desperate need of a distraction. The arrival of her dad. Sighing, Clara went back to staring at the ceiling, hands wrapped around the mug of tea as if that would make sense of it.
"So he is. And I'm still no closer to knowing why."