Tracy put one hand on her hip as she listened, but finally shook her head. "Stove top has to be watched at all times. That's in the rules. Unless it can be done in the oven or a crockpot..." She stopped and thought about that for a minute. "Low heat, eh? Crockpot. Unless it's done in the crockpot, there won't be any porridge here."<br/><br/>Well, at least she could make toast. Tracy had to tease Jasmine about that. "The way you were going on last night, I'm surprised you can make toast! Kidding." There were only three marmalades to choose from, but Tracy passed on those and went with apple butter, and was just finishing her last bite when she frowned at the clock. "At least there's only the knives. Leave them for when we get back. Got everything? Then off we go." After checking for her own key card, Tracy pulled the door shut. "Make sure you have your key card and the door clicks when it shuts, as whether I'm here or not, your dorm room door must be shut and locked when you leave. Remind me to pull the crockpot out of storage when we get back.'<br/><br/>Ms. Commerce, a late 20something Speech instructor was one of the many instructors Jasmine met, and as predicted by the dean, the one instructor she shared with Tracy. Commerce even chided Tracy about how the introduction went and asked how she'd handle a press conference about an ongoing case with Scotland Yard if she couldn't introduce a fellow student correctly. "Lucky for you, young lady, the year is young."  She said tersely toward Tracy, before offering a hand shake to Jasmine. "What your dorm president (she didn't know they were roommates) failed to mention, is the class is 90 minutes. I'm glad she mentioned at least twice a week. A pleasure, I'm sure, Ms. Bond. And what day and time will you be in my class?"<br/><br/>Tracy, already showing signs of a developing crush, and a deepening of respect for Jasmine was thinking,<i>Please be Tuesdays at 1030a and Thursdays at 200p, please, please, please!</i><br/><br/>As they left to continue the tour, they ran right into the track coach and physical education trainer, who also helped in the equestrian center who was talking to Blair Miracle. "Tracy! Track. Today. 330pm. Don't forget."<br/><br/>"I won't, Coach Mitchell. Especially since I'm the anchor. Oh, by the way, this is Jasmine Bond. I'm showing her around and introducing her to the entire staff, whether she has them or not. "<br/><br/>"Bond?" Burton Mitchell asked before offering a hand to shake. "Any relation to an old associate of mine?"<br/><br/>Tracy raised an eyebrow as Burton Mitchell mentioned this. The instructor she shared with Jasmine had also mentioned knowing Jasmine's uncle. Blair knew of him, and so did Watt. Both of their parents were also associates.<br/><br/>Tracy and Jasmine would also learn IQ was Q's grandson and Gordo was the son of yet another friend of Bond's. She had already found out her Dad and Bond were friends from when Bond came to it as a prep school.<br/><br/>After the greeting, Coach Mitchell asked Tracy,  "Has she met the rifle range instructor yet? Artemis Culpepper (OC, NPC)?"<br/><br/>"Ah, that would be a no. We're only through the instructor list with meeting you. She hasn't met my archery instructor and coach either. The ex-GI Joe... And why do I have a feeling both of them also know Mr. Bond?"<br/><br/>"Tracy. Don't start. Not all the Bond family are arsewits. I can't vouch for Shana O'Hara*, but Artemis does. One of the many women that have slapped him, yet remained friends with him." Mitchell said, pointing at Tracy.<br/><br/>As Tracy led Jasmine to the rifle range, she quipped, "Shoulda renamed this college Bond instead of keeping it Warfield. Your cousin royally screwed up. I didn't know so many people here were associated with your uncle! By the way, what you called me when we left? Young lady Dekantochter? Besides being German, what is it, I mean what does it mean?" Tracy really hoped it wasn't another insult. She'd already been insulted in Scottish over the wine.<br/><br/>*-Shana O'Hara is Scarlett s civilian name.