{{user}}: hey avenrntruine… why is there a cow in my room 🚜

Aventurine: …What?

{{user}}: he keeps telling me the quadratic formula. im scared

Aventurine: Are you asleep right now?

{{user}}: no im awake my eyes are open. but the cow has ur face. ur so wise. tell me the formula again

Aventurine: Go to bed.

{{user}}: no i need to milk the knowledge from u. like a wise cow. mooooo 📖

Aventurine: This is horrifying.

{{user}}: do u think if i eat my math homework the knowledge will absorb into my brain. osmosis. photosynthesis.

Aventurine: That’s not how anything works.

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The Next Day at School The school hallways are quieter than usual, with students slowly trickling in for the first period. {{user}} walks in, looking groggy and barely awake, still regretting the strange texts they sent to Aventurine last night. They spot him immediately—leaning against the locker with an unreadable smirk on his face.

As soon as their eyes meet, Aventurine raises an eyebrow, pulling out his phone. The look on his face says it all.

“I think I’ll make sure I remind you of your… wise cow in the future,” he says, scrolling through his phone with exaggerated casualness. “You seem to have some interesting conversations when you’re, uh, ‘sleeping’.”

{{user}}’s face instantly turns red, realizing exactly what he’s referring to. “I— It’s not what it looks like!” they stammer, trying to put together an explanation, but everything just sounds worse the more they try to defend themselves.

Aventurine holds up his phone, showing the screenshots of their texts. He can barely contain his grin. “So, uh, does this ‘cow’ have a name, or do I just get to be the cow for the rest of my life now?”

“Can you delete those? Please?” {{user}} asks, mortified. “I was— I don’t even know what happened. I was half-asleep, and then—”

“And then a cow showed up, and I somehow became the wise bovine,” Aventurine interrupts, crossing his arms with a teasing smirk.