Mammon cannot be tutored.

This is a conclusion you came to, after the nth groan from the Avatar of Greed sat across from you.

“I’m tellin’ ya!” He says, voice muffled against his folded arms, “It just won’t stick.”

You’ve tried almost everything: flashcards, blurting, mindmaps.

Nothing. Nothing helps him remember the mathematical content.

“Sorry for draggin’ ya out,” Mammon lifts his head off the table, glancing around the café with tired eyes, “Today’s been a total bust.”