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"Chivalry isn’t sexist," Asher toldthat females need special treatment because they’re feh still hadn’t quite recovered from the accusation of sexised his mind "Tess" He scowled "Both of you, my office, now"

The headmaster turned around Asher winked at me, then followed the man into his office I entered the room last and closed the door behind us I for on the wall

Willialare off the picture frame made it difficult for me to see any of the to h asked

Not in the least "Yes, sir" The sir seemed to appease him somewhat

"We have a zero tolerance policy for weapons here at Hardwicke," the man continued

"Can it really be considered a weapon if you can eat it?" I asked

"Or drink it," Asher added

"If it explodes, it’s a weapon," the headmaster declared "I’m afraid the two of you have put ine," Asher said consolingly "You’ll probably have to suspend htly

"And," I added, "I’ to want to talk this incident over with my sister"

"You’ll probably have to field all kinds of answers about the contents of Hardwicke’s vending machines," Asher continued solemnly "If only we’d considered the ra on this as our Yates Fellowship entry"

"Yates Fellowship?" the headmaster repeated

"I came in second last year," Asher replied "They appreciate the ability to walk the line between scientific exploration and perfor up outside would be enough to ate any administrative concern, but clearly, I should have checked with someone"

"Yes," the headmaster said sternly, "you should have"

Asher and I sat quietly

"Do you think they’ll have to review security protocols?" I asked meekly "If you consider the Mentos weaponized"

"Oh God" Asher turned to ets ahold of it?"

The head had become severely uncomfortable He walked toward theand stared out, clearly aggrieved Asher gestured toI took a picture of the photo on the wall A quick glance at lanced over at the headh said, still staring out the"I hope I’ve impressed upon you how serious this is"

I leaned to the side and tried to get a picture frolare was still there I rose up slightly on the balls ofthe chair, as I leaned over farther

The second after I snapped the photo, the head back to face us I thrust my phone into ht fast and opted for a distraction: he leaned back in his chair and toppled over, yowling like a cat in a tub full of ice water