<strong>Location:</strong>Onogoro-Jima Beach, at least an hour after Luke left<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>JD<br/><br/>Allison responded back with a selfie lying against her blanket, the sunglasses reflecting the sun, giving a V.<br/><br/>“Hey,” she said when JD appeared, giving a smile.  “So, first, let me apologize for underestimating you.  I had no idea you were taught by a centaur!”  She couldn’t help but be impressed.  “You don’t come across as sophisticated and such, but maybe that’s just the ‘motorcycle centaur’ aspect.”<br/><br/>The next part concerned her a bit.  “So, I talked the headmistress,” she explained.  “Some people are natural prodigies at various aspects of life.  Musicians, for example, might come to this school with extreme ability but with nothing that the school can actually teach them.  Taking music classes tends to be a waste of time for them.”  She dropped her sunglasses to attempt to meet JD’s gaze.  “What the headmistress told me is that she won’t approve having you run for student office.  What she believes would happen is that you’d win - handily - and would likely quit when you got bored of all the minutiae of bureaucracy.”<br/><br/>Apology held in her tone.  “I can…sort of get that.  It doesn’t come naturally to me - I’ve worked hard to get where I am - but it’s been a constant learning process.  On the other hand, I’ve always been fantastic with babies, and a decent amount of home ec classes were a huge waste of time.  But…sorry that I figured you were just mocking me.”