"No. Not fictional ones, at least."

"Good, let's go."

"Huh? Where?"

"We're going back to my room and you're watching the first two episodes of Buffy with me."

"Did you finish correcting your test?"

"Oh, right, the test." Mitch had the decency to look sheepish.

I glanced at my phone. We'd been going at this for almost an hour, and I didn't want to burn her out. "Okay, look. Give me another solid thirty minutes, and I'll let you show me your silly T.V. show."

"Deal."

In the end we went for forty-five minutes, and Mitch had a spotless re-work of her exam, so she'd get all possible bonus points....