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Another rotation and Ridley was back to facing the desk and her homework. In the spins, she had honestly forgotten each section she was having trouble with and thankfully, well to the little girl's pride, it wasn't the simple stuff Ellie had rattled off.

"Fractions and word problems mostly." Ridley answered with a sigh, staring at a few of the unanswered problems on the sheets. "I'm getting better at the fractions but the word problems get confusing." So many words, and some of them were so useless but she didn't always know which ones.

Max silently managed a peek at the two as he waited for the files he had typed up to save onto the computer. The two girls hadn't been fighting during their little conversation, so he tried his best to stay out of it. Seeing as there seemed to be no sparks flying at the two... things looked good. "Are you almost done? I'm going to start printing these things out." He announced to Ellie.

Wow, she wanted her to read one? Well, okay. Ridley picked up the paper and located one of the ones she was having trouble with. "Amelia is one year younger than Darian. Kiley is eight. Meredith is two years older then Kiley and four years older then Darian. How old is Meredith?" Wasn't the most stimulating read, Ridley honestly sounded like a robot reading the thing.

Meanwhile, Max spun around to get a better look at the poster to judge how big to make the prints. His face almost fell, but he held it in with a look of indifference, "Alright," was all he could manage. Dear god, their poster ... he turned back around before he could manage to say anything else. "Looks nice," was all the boy could muster before decreasing the font on several of the pages he was sending through the printer.

"Fine," Max drawled as he tapped at the mouse a few times. Beside the monitor, the printer hummed to life filling the room with yet another sound. "It looks like a five year old did it." If she wanted honesty, she was going to get it.

Ridley's eyes closed a little, a little frown marring her face as she took in what Ellie had explained to her. Honestly, the way she talked made it sound even more confusing and what the older blonde had told her had to cycle through her brain a few times. Her mouth opened a few times, as if wanting to say something but oddly Ridley was at a lose of words as she went over it again and again.

"But..." she managed after a few minutes, but she slumped again and hummed. Ellie just reworded it, it wasn't helpful! Her orange eyes went back to the paper she was holding in front of her, rereading the problem again, concentrating. Her chair spun again, leading her back to rest her elbows with paper in hand upon the desk.

Max chose to ignore Ellie's further commenting in favor of watching the printer just as she was, it was like watching paint dry really but it didn't involve having a conversation. Sparing a quick glance at the girl hovering over the device as he was, as a few sheets began to fill the tray he snatched them out and placed them on top of her poster and over Ellie's wonderful work.

He obviously didn't notice that the poster was closer to his littler sister. And obviously Ridley didn't either as she concentrated on her school work. The little girl wasn't one to chew on her pencil but the eraser part did rolled across her upper lid. "... 10?" She suddenly blurted out.

The printer was still being watched by Max, and with every paper that was churned out, he placed it on the pile for Ellie to cut out... and seeing as how she was searching for someone, "middle shelf, the one a little too high for a nine year old." Every so often they had to keep the sharp pointy things a little more out of reach of a certain hyper child. Hopefully soon they wouldn't have to, but that was probably asking too much.

The older boy glanced at his sister, apparently he had missed the question she had asked so had no idea what she was answering either. Taking a moment from his constant vigilance with the printer, he scooted over to his younger sister to glance at worksheet.

Ridley didn't notice him, just beamed from being correct. "Only a few more. Can I help you with the poster?" She didn't even look back to see how many she exactly had.

Aaaw, boo. Ridley pouted, slowly turning back to her work only to nearly jump out of her seat. "Holy crap, Max!" She whined with a punch to his arm.

Max simply chuckled, "Ow." Her attacks didn't hurt as much anymore, the years of tolerance and his background in football aiding him, he was sent rocking a little bit and he was in no mood for further retaliation so his hands went up as a sign of giving up.

There was one last paper, in the least, that let him slide away from his angry little sister. And with it set before Ellie to cut out he got himself out his chair in the search of glue.

Ridley grumbled a little, but pulled her paper back into her hands none the less. "The difference of two numbers is 9. Their sum is 15. What are the two numbers?" She read in an unhappy tone.

Zots were what Max finally stumbled upon in his search for glue, the box from his mother's short lived obsession with scrapbooking every little thing that happened in their lives. The box was nearly full, he noticed as he rattled it, obviously she hadn't gotten too far ... or this was a new box that was barely touched. Either way, he pried it open and took out the long curled white strip.

"This'll go faster." No mess, no worries about it drying and then they wouldn't debate over where things went because once it was on there... it was on there. Max began picking up the pieces she had cut out, stuck the zots to the paper and then placed them a little haphazardly on the board.

Ridley frowned, another cryptic explanation for her next problem. Taking the long route around, she began began writing down random pairs of numbers between one and ten and erasing them when it wasn't working.

She got through most of them when she realized none of them were working and frowned some more. Reluctantly she went to working with eleven... and then twelve... and then "12 and 3?"

"I think it goes great with the monstrosity that you call a title." Max replied, not looking up and just continued Zot-ting the pieces she had cut out onto the board.

Ridley couldn't help but smile from the praise. Ellie might be rough, which wasn't so bad to her, and mean but she ... was actually being kind of helpful here. To an extent really, her brothers and dad were a lot better and finding ways to actually explain things to get some of the more complex stuff in her head but this was still working.

Turning the paper over and repeating with the next, Ridley checked just how many she really had left. Some of the other problems seemed similar to the ones she and Ellie had 'worked on' so perhaps she could do those later, so she moved onto a new scenario. "Just a few more, but this one is the last one thats different than the others."

Glancing back at the sheet, she read it aloud as clearly as she could, "Ruben is deciding what to wear to school. He has a blue shirt, a purple shirt, a red shirt, a yellow shirt, and a green shirt, and he has white, beige, gray, and blue pants. If he can wear any color shirt with any pair of pants, how many different combinations can Ruben pick?"