Summary:

Sven asks Eve about her first day at school…. Wait, where the hell did Eve learn sarcasm? Sven's day just keeps getting worse and worse. Crack.

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"So how was school?" Sven asked, before bringing his cup of coffee to his lips.

Eve stared blankly at her foster father then deadpanned "From what I've learned in history it seems that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives."

"So have you made any friends?" Sven asked, gulping down more coffee, trying to stay calm.

"Yes." Eve replied.

"Any enemies?" Sven asked, trying to find out how the girl he viewed as his daughter was at school.

" I have has no enemies, but I am is intensely disliked by my friends." She told him, sitting down, putting her school bag on the floor.

Sven banged his head on the table. "So you don't get on with your classmates? "

Eve nodded. "That's right."

"How is the work?"

"Easy." She replied.

Sven sighed. "Can't you be a bit more open minded about it?"

"If I'm too open-minded, my brains will fall out." She said, her face blank.

"Can't you just go to school and be happy? Come on, school will help you, don't you agree?"

"If I agreed with you, we'd both be wrong." Eve told him.

"Alight! Who taught you to speak like that!?" Sven yelled.

Eve reached into her bag, and got a book out.

Sven eyed it warily. "What's that?"

"The basics of Sarcasm and Irony." Eve told him.

Sven banged his head on the table…again. "Great." He muttered.

"I blame myself for this." Sven muttered.

"Don't blame yourself. Let me do it for you." Eve said to him, patting his hand.

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