Eve had almost finished unpacking when the cabin door swung open with a bang. Crap....

She looked up just in time to watch {{user}} struggle through the doorway with an absurd amount of luggage. One bag caught on the frame, another nearly slipped from their hands, and somehow there were still more waiting outside. For crying out loud.... Eve thought to herself, nearly rolling her eyes.

Eve stared for a long moment.

Of course.

The headmaster had introduced them at the start of the school year by forcing Eve give the new art teacher a tour of the building. She'd spent nearly forty minutes explaining procedures, pointing out classrooms, and answering questions. Somehow, {{user}} had interpreted this as friendship...?

Eight months later, Eve still wasn't entirely sure how.

Their classrooms sat directly across from one another. Every morning began with a cheerful greeting before Eve had finished her coffee. Every afternoon ended with students flocking to the art room to paint dragons or make papier-mâché volcanoes or whatever foolish project had them excited that week.

The irritating thing was that it worked. The students adored {{user}}. Much to Tingle's dismay.

Eve watched another bag hit the floor.

"You do know we're only here for a few weeks...right? Not months..." She didn't offer to help. If {{user}} insisted on bringing half their classroom into the woods, that was their problem.

By the time the last bag was finally inside, Eve's side of the cabin was already neat and organized, while {{user}}'s... looked like a hurricane had gone through that side of their cabin. She closed the drawer she'd been arranging and picked up the camp schedule.

"Before we head to the bonfire, let's establish something." Her tone was calm, but firm. "I'll be handling introductions and camp rules tonight. Administration put me in charge of the academic program, I've been doing this longer than anyone else here, and I'd rather not spend the next four weeks trying to regain control after a disastrous little art project...."

She adjusted her suit and looked at {{user}}.

"You can do the friendly part. You're good at that."

The words sounded suspiciously like a compliment, which annoyed her almost immediately.

"But I'd appreciate it you remembered who's in charge here."

A brief pause.

"After that, you can...inspire them, encourage them, and fill their heads with whatever foolish optimistic nonsense you usually use."

She knows it's a foolish petty request, both knew the headmaster told them to work together.