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[doihavetoexplainmath]

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[doihavetoexplainmath]

"Some sciences are softer than others." She shrugs. Nothing to be done about the innate failings of sociology.

[thebubblyone]

"I'm not talking about sciences," Hilda says, a little more firmly. "I'm talking about people, Entrapta. I'm talking about you."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"The division is artificial." People are science. Lots of sciences.

[thebubblyone]

"Sometimes artificial divisions are incredibly useful all the same. Did you want to check this is all accurate, love?"

She offers across an incongruous pink datapad with her file information.

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"If you want me to." She accepts the file and pokes through it with her hair. She already knows all this. Boring. "It looks fine."

[thebubblyone]

"Good," Hilda murmurs. "You know, this isn't the sentence you seem to think it is love. I'm not going to be breathing down your neck every day."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"That's not the problem." She knows Hilda well enough. Honestly, that's the problem.

[thebubblyone]

"So what is the problem, Entrapta?"

She thinks she knows, but that really isn't the point, is it.

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"It's not exactly fair to you, is it? I'm not graduating so you're not getting a deal. Maybe I should have tried to get him to put me with someone I don't like..." Which is conceptually good, with only the slight issue that she'd have no idea how to make it happen. The plan was just to disengage from wardens who seemed fine but weren't paired, and maybe start talking to them more once they got some other inmate assigned. She miscalculated here. Lost track of when whats-her-face left, the pretty one who wanted to spy on people.

[thebubblyone]

Hilda just smiles, shakes her head. She doesn't sound condescending in the least, but she can't help thinking of when her teenage niece and nephew would dig in their heels over things they' wouldn't do.

"Entrapta. You can't just say you're 'not graduating' you like you know here and now that it's never going to happen."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"It's pretty central to the plan, actually." She always just assumes she'll be successful eventually, and she hasn't really been wrong yet.

[thebubblyone]

"Which plan is that, then?" she asks, more in hope than expectation.

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"Study indefinitely without being interrupted or having to contend with the passage of time and shifting politics." Duh.

[thebubblyone]

"That's...not really a plan," Hilda contends mildly, but adds nothing further. "Anyway. Is there anything I can be doing for you to make your life easier, hey?"

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"I doubt it." Since free access to all the labs aboard is probably not on the list.

[thebubblyone]

Hilda looks unfazed.

"Try me?"

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"I'm fine."

[thebubblyone]

"Suit yourself," she murmurs, nonplussed. "But you won't owe me anything over a favour or two, I hope you know that."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

Well, that wasn't her concern at all, and it touches a nerve. "I didn't think I would. Why is everything so transactional around here."

[thebubblyone]

Brows lifting.

"It's not, Entrapta, that's my whole point. I just don't know why else you wouldn't ask."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"I have plenty to do. I don't need anything." She crosses hers arms, frowning. Hilda, admittedly, is not guilty of annoying her this way, just bringing it up.

[thebubblyone]

"Suit yourself. Anyway, we'll catch up again soon, alright? Don't be a stranger, love."

[doihavetoexplainmath]

"If that's necessary." This isn't really Hilda's fault, but she's not going to be too pleasant about it.