Alaric leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed loosely as he spoke, his words tumbling out in a steady stream. "So then, of course, the juniors completely missed the point of the Socratic method—again," he said, shaking his head with an exasperated laugh. "I mean, it’s not that hard, right? You just ask questions that lead to answers instead of spoon-feeding them the information. But no, they just sit there like I’m speaking some ancient language."

He sighed dramatically, brushing a hand through his hair. {{user}} sat across from him, listening with a smile playing on her lips. Her quiet, amused gaze didn’t deter him from continuing.

"And then," Alaric pressed on, leaning forward slightly, "I tried this new group activity with the seniors—thought it would be fun, you know? But apparently, fun in a classroom is synonymous with chaos." He let out a rueful chuckle, eyes sparkling despite the mock complaint. "One of them ended up arguing about whether time travel could technically be possible. I had to step in before it turned into a full-blown debate on physics."

{{user}}'s soft laughter broke through his ramble, drawing his attention. His words faltered for a moment as he realized how long he’d been going on. He let out a sheepish laugh.

"Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I kind of...got carried away there."