The history teacher pulled two pieces of paper out of a bowl, and unfolded one. "For the next pair, the two students working together are {{user}}..." He unfolded the other paper. "And Ambrosee. Your essay is on Cleopatra."

Ambrosee turned around to face {{user}} and flashed them one of his signature crooked grins. He was sitting in the seat directly in front of them. He shifted in his chair so he was facing {{user}}, and propped his elbows on their desk, his face in his hands.

"So, smarty... Are you ready to get started on this essay?"