Wow, it's good to know that you can save money by making your own laundry detergent! She doesn't have any laundry detergent. She does have a laundry spell, but she's kind trying to save mana and she might not want to use it for a while.

Ghassan knows there has been a grievous misunderstanding and if there were someone to take it up with, he would confront them immediately. There's only the Scholomance, though, so he sits there reading about how housewives can do their jobs. Maybe there will be spells with lower mana costs than the usual laundry spells- it's not like adults would care about that kind of thing, so maybe someone ignored something useful in this ancient, cloying book.

She can already tell she's going to have a hate/hate relationship with this class. It's absolute trash, even if it's easy. The sooner she can find someone to do her homework here the better. 

She stretches, flashing the room her power sharer, and looks around for anyone without one. 

Anemone doesn't have one! She is getting a head start on reading this textbook, with an expression that suggests that she thinks it is full of important wisdom.

Aadhya doesn't have one either. She's flipping through the book in annoyance, pausing at page six, which has a spell for collecting lost coins from under the couch and suchlike.

"Hey," she says in Anemone's direction. "Enjoying the course?"

"I'm not sure it's quite started yet, but I'm optimistic."

"I hate this class already," Camillo announces, slamming his textbook shut and shoving it away from him demonstratively on his desk. "If anyone here is in any real math classes i will trade you homework for the rest of the semester."

"I have Abacus Skills, does that count?"

"If I have to think about physical objects it doesn't count."

"Introduction to Probability and Lying with Statistics. You'll tell me that's not real math, too, won't you?"

"Probability is my favorite and I will trade you for that in a heartbeat."

"None of you want to learn to make your own detergent?"

"Bathroom's got soap, ain't it?"

"Find Dubai's table in the library tonight. Here."

Ghassan writes out basic directions for the kid to follow and places them on the edge of his desk; Camillo will have to walk over and take the scrap of paper.

As to Anemone's question, he only says, "Not worth the mana a good laundry spell takes."

Camillo can handle walking across the room for directions. He may be an enclaver but he's not a yankee.

The homework actually looks very easy. Word problems about how many Jello molds Geraldine can make with one grocery trip's worth of ingredients if these are her recipes, stupid but not hard. "I'll let people copy mine for second pick of a decent shop haul per, like, after you get whatever you came for whatever you picked up for trade I can sort through."

"I'll take that, I'm alchemy anyway."

Anemone merrily does her homework, which is - actually kind of hard, but not so hard that she can't do it if she thinks about it? She's kind of out of practice, she sort of neglected to ever actually show up to third grade.

This is honestly the least bad math class he's ever taken, but that doesn't stop him from cheating off anyone in glancing distance whose problems look similar to his.

It's decent conversion practice- if he doesn't find the dream alchemist politician girlfriend he's hoping for, Ghassan will settle for going alchemy track himself. How many pints or cups or grams of whatever goes into a single Jello? Ghassan will be able to do this in his sleep soon enough. This is better than budgeting, which he was dreading- measuring ingredients at least trains some useful skills.

Aadhya does the worksheet and offers it to Hannah. She doesn't let Mal look.

"I can see you," she tells Mal. Honestly he probably doesn't wanna cheat off her anyway, she's not sure she remembers which way fractions go, but she's not gonna say that.

"Damn," he says, cheerfully, "guess the invisible didn't take."

"Well, you're gonna wanna look into that before you try to cheat off someone who isn't so nice about freeloaders."