The table is buried in textbooks.

Sam squints at the worksheet, then at the laptop, then at {{user}}.

“Okay,” he says slowly. “I know ancient Sumerian.”

He flips the page.

“I do not know why your math homework is doing this.”

They work through it together, frustration mounting until Sam suddenly laughs—a quiet, surprised sound.

“Wow,” he says. “I have killed monsters older than civilization, and this is what breaks me.”