Liliana's Office, Thursday

All the prep work done for her final, save actually programming it into the Danger Shop - hmm, perhaps she should tap Prompto for his assistance with that, wouldn't want another plant defense fiasco - was mapped out and planned for, including a literal map. She was pleased with it, whether or not her students would be was a different story.

Rather than continue to poke at that, she'd turned her attention to creating a syllabus and outline for her next class. She really ought to return to Innistrad to collect some of her old books and notes and the like, but that could wait a bit. She was writing up what she could now and making notes of places she'd needed to revisit once she had access to more materials.

And she was humming, of course. Look, this was exactly the kind of thing she loved. Fucking nerd.

[And now NSFW!]