<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4b/02/42/4b024225317d660c10c1354e6c9c80be.jpg)</div>"Broom? Seriously?," Tara whispered to Nyx. "How last-gen can you get? Should at least use a Swiffer Jet."  Chuckling, she shot a glance at the jock. "Not that I bet you he knows a damn thing about housework." Eyes narrowed a bit, she rocked her head side to side. "Kind of cute, if you like 'em big and a little dumb."<br/><br/>The chick who was already worried about her grade got an eyeroll and a chuckle, before Tara turned back to  her pink-haired neighbor. "So what have you got next, doll? I've got, uh...Psych. Sort of my thing, much as I've got one, anyway. And later, I need to come back and talk to Miz Merryweather. You want to hook up for lunch?"