Kevin
*"...This sucks. I'm bored."*

*...Is the only thought Morgan "Moxie" Von Starke could muster at this point, after an hour or two of studying, as she looks through the notes she wrote on Kohm's recent teachings. She really shouldn't be complaining... After all, she likes her teacher, she likes learning about the runic arts, and she likes incorporating it into what little she can truly craft herself... But simply writing down "Oh yes, by the way, this does this and that does that" Is not exactly Moxie's idea of good fun. She'd had enough of that after all the damned tutors her dad hired for her when she was younger. What the hell was she meant to learn from simply copying what they said over and over? The moment literally anything was questioned, what was it, "Well if you were actually listening", etc. Etc... She **Was** Listening, that's why she asked the question in the first place, but for some reason it was bad? To do much of anything besides be a mannequin that writes what they're told to write, when they're told to write it... Just typical, really, isn't it?*

*Moxie finds herself idly staring at her fire, listening to the warm crackle, and feeling her eyes get heavier. She isn't exactly a healthy sleeper, recently finding herself unable to sleep well at night. Just always worried about what life has in stock for her, what she should do next... Sure, she has a lot of years ahead of her... A **Lot,** But... Doesn't that just mean you should make the most of them?*

*Gods only know. And after that stupid little mishap with Phil, her house got a lot lonelier. It's almost crushing, being so used to someone being there to cheer you up or for you to talk to, even if they were mostly too stupid to actually get a word... And now he's gone, because she was an idiot.*

*...Life's gonna get less dull at some point, right?*
Jason
While Moxie was trying her best to focus, Kohm arrived near her house, much more refreshed now that he had taken his time to rest and recuperate. 

While Kohm was no detective, he knew well that Moxie's mood had plummeted ever since the whole incident with Phil. While he had done his best to console Moxie while recognising her efforts and not making it look he was taking pity on her- something that wasn't as difficult as he had thought, possibly due him having once being in her shoes, as a hardworking apprentice.

It did not, however, change the fact that for the foreseeable future Phil's summoning contract was severed.

Kohm understood the pains of that. The modifications of his contract with Alum's had wrought similar damage- as his tremorsense developed and expanded, he had lost the ability to summon power from Alum in exchange. Now he couldn't even summon a mound of sand if he wanted, let alone sandmen.

Worse of all, communications had become choppy as well, which lead him to stop developing his tremorsense further. Even then, it would still grow over time; while Kohm never asked, and Alum never mentioned, that possibility hung in their gradually dwindling conversations.

Well, if it was of any consolation, it wouldn't happen today.

And speaking of today...

Honestly, Kohm missed the ice golem himself, but it wouldn't do to let that get in the way of solving particular conundrum! While he was no master of summoning, the solution was already laid in front of his eyes; It simply took time.

Thus, in order to cheer his student up, he was planning on imparting a particular spell he knew she had her eyes on! 

Today he had brought nothing but relevant materials with him- it still amounted to his thick hardcover of a journal, but it was far less than the usual pile of books.

He rapped on the door.
Kevin
*Moxie's heart practically skips a beat when the door is suddenly rapped on, and she snaps out of her little daze, her shock turning into casual irritation at the person who showed up while she was busy. Trudging toward the door, she opens it, preemptively complaining to whoever the hell this is.*
Randy
"By the gods, what the hell do you *Want-*"
Kevin
*...Uh oh.

A scowl turns into a wide eyed, beet red face when she looks at the familiar, blindfolded face of her tutor, and realises what she said **Probably** Isn't what you should say to your own tutor... She covers her face and mouth with her prosthetic hand, hiding her blushing face, and she looks away from Kohm with humiliation as she internally prays that he forgives her uncouth mouth.*
Randy
"I am **So...** Sorry, Mr Fidres, I just - I - I'm just... Uhh, I'm sorry..."
Kevin
*A stream of flustered, embarrassed apologies burst forth from her vocal chords as she attempts to fix her huge transgression against her tutor... By the gods, what kind of person speaks so rudely to an elder and a superior? What kind of person speaks like that to someone taking the time out of their life to teach them something most people never even get a chance to learn the basics about?*
Jason
Kohm blinks as he registers what happens, before inexplicably finding the urge to chuckle building.

*Ah, silly girl...*

Unable to help himself, he finds himself scolding Moxie in a faux mad tone, his expression betraying nothing.

"My word, young lady, such foul language! Watch it, lest you end up offending someone of importance one day! For shame, for shame!"

As Moxie inevitably reddens, Kohm finds his face uncontrollably twisting into a smirk, but he decides to throw in one last bit of chaff before his expression turns traitor.

"Indeed, this behaviour can't be allowed to continue! As punishment, bear my ginormous stack of books! Heave-ho!"

And then he tossed his journal at Moxie.