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Emnast starts to nod, then realizes Kero can't see him. "Right... plan Delta-Beta-Upsilon.... will do. I'll bring back some of Passura's lessons as well. Might as well keep the two of ye busy while ye pull yerself back together again." He pauses to pat the boy on the head and then steps outside. There is a flash of light and Pasa hears Rhea's voice, though from a distance, as she discuses things that need to be done. After a time, he returns carrying a shoulder bag that he drops onto the table in front of Pasa.

"Math..." he announces with a grin, which makes the boy groan out loud. She says if ye do all this she'll put up with ye not doing anything else. Also she says that yer other lessons should come from Kero... whatever they might be and that he would know what she means."

Passura sighs heavily and starts to pick up the bag. He hefts it's weight with wide open eyes and moans. "I can't do all this... It weighs a ton."

Emnast chuckles knowingly. "She said ye needed the challenge."

**Kero... ye get NBC? There's a great talent show on right now a capella choirs.... top group in country."

**too bad... it's really a great contest... the participants are of all demographics and age ranges... and all good**

Pasa glares at him, then sighs. "Yes, mes'sirrah... if you say so..." but he doesn't sound very enthusiastic.

"But I want to be an artist or a healer or maybe even a what is it called... car... car... catoon... oh... ye know what I mean. How does math help them?" he protests trying not to whine.

Passura sighs heavily. "And to work in art..." he asks but hs voice is very hopeful. He is inching the bag closer and closer.

Suddenly Ari runs into the kitchen distracting them all. "Mama says he's really hungry, Daddy. Is breakfast... oh, goodie... french toast. Can I take him some?"

Emnast chuckles. "Actualy, Lucy... I made plenty... three batches fer ye and one fer us. So eat away. Pasa, Why don't ye make some tea to go with that toast and I'll fetch down the butter. I knew I was going to ferget something."

Passura nods, relieved not to have to look at his math. "How's yer mother..." he asks as he put water in the pot, then blushes a deep purple. It felt strange calling the Singer a mother.

Ari seems to understand. "He said to call him a parent and leave it at that. He used another word... proteg... prote... argh... I can't remember it."

From behind his back, Pasa sticks out his tongue, causing Bez to laugh and Ari to giggle. "Do it all the time, mes'sirrah... I look at it and blend it, remember?" he says putting the pot on the stove.

Pasa shrugs. "It just takes me longer, I suppose." but he no longer sounds so sure of himself.