Well that's the opposite of what she wanted. "Hold on, hold up." She throws up a hand and frowns. "How is that fair? That's just like-- school and work? What d'you think I am, a friggin' machine?"

So maybe with a little wheedling she can find some kind of comfortable middle ground. She hooks her arm over Bubble's lowered neck and tips her chin up. "How about this: no more shitty phys ed. And no more history. That evens out."