She couldn't believe it. Nikki had gotten paired up with Celia for the creative writing collab for English. At first, she'd felt lucky; the girl was crazy, but she had a feeling she'd have a knack for hero stories. Then soon after they were supposed to meet at the Meta Club, she got a text from the pint-sized heroine saying something had happened, and she was investigating... which means Nikki would have to work on another project today. She sighed, ah well. The Meta Club didn't exactly have many people in it; just her and Greta were around in the first place.
She was reading a bit through her U.S. history homework for the moment. She briefly glanced up at Greta, wondering if she'd been in America during the Civil War, or if she only came some time after. Meh, not a ton of her business, but it still was curious.
And to think, presuming she didn't get herself killed, as a dryad herself, she'd probably live long enough that she was explaining what the War on Terror or diplomatic standoffs with Burma were like several hundred years from now. Not that Nikki placed a high chance of her living that long, what with her own career choice being related to military work. Ah well.