The mention of that dreaded subject, 'Home Economics', almost brought a frown to her face, though she stopped the muscles from tightening before too late. She had always found the subject distasteful to the extreme, tedious and boring and offensive to her field of study, not to mention supremely pretentious branding itself as 'economics'. She was glad she was not teaching it, glad the headmaster could see reason.

"I don't teach home economics anymore, thankfully. Surprisingly, it was always one of the more loved classes, probably because of the very languid tedium that made me loathe it. It does outline the difference between myself and my pupils when they grow bored with Mises and Mammon yet they are excited to learn the operation of a gas stove. Nevertheless I find it rewarding, as I'm sure you do. The few who show true interest more than make up for the economically-torpid generality."

She searched for a cup of coffee which she remembered, to her chagrin, that she had forgotten to make. It was a luxury, not necessary or even useful to her body, but a treat she enjoyed immensely. She felt sorry for those damned that had to live the majority of their lives without such brilliant material imports.

"Though, speaking of that cancerous subject, I had the pleasure to meet Ms. Beecher in person a few years ago. A truly inspired woman, and a dab hand at croquet. We keep in contact after all these years, though our correspondence is somewhat slowed by her general indisposition."