“So, you thought it would be a good idea to send the human to my class?” Alora sat down on the bar stool in the kitchen.
“I didn’t send her anywhere, Lora.” Warren said to his daughter in a sigh as he took a swig of his beer. “I let the machine pick her classes out randomly.” He said. “Not like she really needs them anyway.” He mumbled.
“Oh yeah? And what is that supposed to mean?” Alora asked obviously offended by her father's sentiment towards the human she so despised.
Warren sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “She’s an intelligent girl, Lora.”
“Then why is she going to school?” She asked incredulously.
“For the experience, sweetheart.” Crescenda turned around. When Alora opened her mouth to begin a rant, Crescenda interceded, explaining further. “You have to understand th
