“Quite a few things, yes.” Dearborn snatched the timetable back from Miss Cheery with a sneer. “Almost all of them, in fact. Mindfulness and Meditation with Cadel Clary? No.” She took out a pen and drew a line through the class with a theatrical swipe. “Self-Defense Through Unarmed Combat? I think not.” Swipe. “Treasure Diving for Beginners? Stealth, Evasion, and Concealment? No and no. What exactly are you trying to turn this girl into?” she hissed. “A weapon of mass destruction?”
