"Ehhhh!? School!?" Javier shouted as he dramatically threw himself onto the nearest couch. "I don't want to go!"
Lady Francesca, always patient, knelt beside her youngest son and gently brushed his messy black hair. "Honey bun, it's just for three months."
Javier sat up suddenly, his amber eyes wide with exaggerated fear. "Noooo!! I don't want to!"
Francesca sighed softly but kept her calm smile. "Honey bun… just for three months, okay?"
Javier crossed his arms and flopped back down, groaning dramatically. "But Mother! I've learned everything I need! Why do I have to go to school? School is boring… Just ask me anything, and I'll prove it!"
Francesca tilted her head, amused. "Alright, honey bun. What's one hundred plus one hundred?"
Javier raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Seriously, Mother? Two hundred. Is this even a question for me?"
Her smile didn't change. "Okay then, how about twelve times eighty-eight?"
