"Apparently I need someone keeping an eye on my daughter's teachers."
Even as Valkyrie flinched at the implied attack in those words, she brightened at what was possibly a glimmer of hope. Less than an hour after discovering the truth, the whole truth, and her mother was already considering letting her keep going. Even if she wasn't aware of it. Valkyrie wasn't stupid enough to say anything and derail whatever quiet acceptance her mother was currently going through, but she couldn't quite hide a small smile.
She also couldn't help giggling at the idea of Merlin being a personal chaperone. He'd be a good chaperone, too. That was what was so amusing. Merlin. As a personal chaperone. Hired by Valkyrie's parents.
"John..." Erskine was shaking his head, also unable to hide a small smile. "You should probably go. Either that, or we should start paying you more for being saddled with all this privileged information."
"What does that mean?" Des demanded. "What privileged information? What original?"
"Trust me. Of all the things you don't want to know, that... actually falls third on the list, I think. Maybe fourth. You'd also have to sign all sorts of nondisclosure agreements, and I really don't want to have to deal with any more paperwork than I already do. Solomon, what use are you if you can't fizzle my paperwork out of existence?"
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Even as Valkyrie flinched at the implied attack in those words, she brightened at what was possibly a glimmer of hope. Less than an hour after discovering the truth, the whole truth, and her mother was already considering letting her keep going. Even if she wasn't aware of it. Valkyrie wasn't stupid enough to say anything and derail whatever quiet acceptance her mother was currently going through, but she couldn't quite hide a small smile.
She also couldn't help giggling at the idea of Merlin being a personal chaperone. He'd be a good chaperone, too. That was what was so amusing. Merlin. As a personal chaperone. Hired by Valkyrie's parents.
"John..." Erskine was shaking his head, also unable to hide a small smile. "You should probably go. Either that, or we should start paying you more for being saddled with all this privileged information."
"What does that mean?" Des demanded. "What privileged information? What original?"
"Trust me. Of all the things you don't want to know, that... actually falls third on the list, I think. Maybe fourth. You'd also have to sign all sorts of nondisclosure agreements, and I really don't want to have to deal with any more paperwork than I already do. Solomon, what use are you if you can't fizzle my paperwork out of existence?"