A woman’s place is not the kitchen…

Alfr and Jack were working late again, which meant it was up to Kirri to rustle up something for dinner. Usually this meant something simple like fish fingers or pizza.

Kirri decided to try something different.

She leafed through the recipe books until she found a recipe for an Asgardian dish, written in Alfr’s hand, and selected the ingredients she needed.

Completely ignoring the fact that her track record with anything that involved mixing anything other than paint, she launched right in, following the instructions to the letter. She had never been more determined to do something right in her life.

Typically, it didn’t go according to plan.

By the time Alfr and Jack returned home, Kirri had by some miracle managed to clean up the mess she had made and was sulking in a corner of the living room.

“What happened?” Alfr asked

“I can’t cook,” Kirri grumbled, “I can’t cook, I’m useless at chemistry - what can I do?”

“You can draw,”

“Oh ofcourse,” Kirri grumbled, “But what can I do with that? It’s a useless skill!”

“Kirya,” Alfr sighed, “Your place may not be in the laboratory, but you have a remarkable talent for art - trust me, it’s not pointless,”

“Well I can’t do anything with it,”

“Hey,” Jack grinned, “at least nobody can say your place is the kitchen,”

Doodles and Dancing

It was Jack who decided she should do an after school art class.

“It’ll be good for you,” He insisted, completely ignoring the sulky expression on Kirya’s face, “It’ll stop you doodling on your work, at least,”

“I already have violin lessons,” Kirri pointed out, “And I can draw fine,”

“Yes but you need to stop drawing in the wrong places,” Jack replied, chuckling, “Alf already said he didn’t want you moving down a set, you know that,”

“But-“

“Tell you what,” Jack began, “You do the art class, I’ll see about you joining that dance club you keep talking about,”

“But Alfr said it was unladylike,”

“Yeah, well,” Jack laughed, pulling up in front of the building “I’m girly enough for the both of us, we’ll figure something out. Go on or you’ll be late,”

Kirri chuckled and jumped out of the car, slinging her bag onto her shoulder and walking into the class.

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Dear Mr LaRousseaux,

I am writing in concern for your daughter, Kirya Eidisdottir.

Kirya pays little attention in classes, and is frequently found to be humming to herself during milestone assessments that should be conducted in silence. In our latest assessment about multi- and single-cellular organisms, none of her questions were completed, and instead the pages were doodled on. The attached is one example of this.

If your daughter finds that sciences are a struggle, I would recommend that she receive immediate help in the form of a personal tutor before we are forced to move her to a lower level for sciences. I sincerely hope that we do not have to make that decision, as she is an exceptionally bright girl when the subject interests her.

Yours in earnest,

Mrs Jackson

Science teacher.

___________________________

Dear Mrs Jackson,

Thank you for your letter, my partner and I have attempted to explain the seriousness of the situation to Kirya on many occasions, but she has always found it difficult to focus on a subject that holds no interest for her.

Though Kirya may not be entirely successful in your lessons, I have attempted to teach her what little biology I still remember from my school days (doubtless far less than the amount you have knowledge of, I’m sure) and she seems rather responsive. Her uncle, so I am told, always had her tutored alone - hardly surprising when she was an only child - and it seems that having been raised to private tutoring, one-to-one lessons may be a good way to get her back on track.

I have been informed that she is also sat in a group of people that she does not get along with - perhaps sitting her with someone who is more helpful may assist her learning?

Just a thought

Jack LaRousseaux

Science Numpty.

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KIRYA EIDISDOTTIR: Kirya is a very charming and intelligent young lady. Many of her teachers praise her for the work she hands in and we are very proud of her progress. Her coursework’s creativity is always outstanding and bright. While we appreciate creative, we also appreciate detailed work and accurate test papers. Lately, we have been getting submitted work, containing little information, but fine crafts and doodles instead. 
Effort: 6/10 - Grade Expectancy: B - Attitude: 5/10

A ‘B’ is good, yes?

Waltzing Violins

Kirri was staying with a family friend who had come to Midgard to learn of their culture and (for obvious reasons, Kirri thought) had never left. He and his boyfriend, a mortal fashion designer by the name of James LaRousseaux who Kirri was very fond of, lived in a penthouse on the other side of the city to the school, comprising three bedrooms (one of which James used as his studio) a study (which Alfr rarely seemed to leave and that had been affectionately referred to as “the man-cave” when James had shown Kirri around), 2 en-suites, a main bathroom and a large kitchen-diner-living space which most of the time either smelled of cookies or slightly burnt cake.

James and Alfr were away when Kirri got home, so she picked up the violin, tuning it out of habit, and proceeded to play a piece that both Alfr and James despised - a waltz by a mortal composer named Strauss. Without even realizing she was doing it, Kirri began to whirl around the room in time to the music while still playing the violin. It was in this state that Alfr and James found her when they arrived home.

Kirri stopped as soon as she realised she wasn’t alone in the house, mumbling a “sorry” and putting the violin away.

“No, no,” Alfr chuckled, “No need to apologise - you’re improving,”

Kirri smiled.

“Maybe a few more practises,” Alfr continued, a mischievous grin spreading on his face, “And it might actually begin to sound like a proper tune.”

Kirri laughed, knowing he was joking but throwing a cushion at him anyway before going back to her room to finish the homework she’d forgotten about all week.

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Music lessons

Kirri had always loved music - she had studied it briefly in Asgard before she came to high school, and was shocked to find that so many of her classmates had never learned to read music properly. The teacher, a Mr Gabrieli, was patient, even with those who didn’t wish to learn, and had painstakingly taught the students to read the “dots” - now there were many students forming their own little bands. Kirya, of course, had missed all this, having arrived late that year, and none of the “bands” wanted another member muddying the waters.

So another music lesson began, students sat on their tables in the little cliques they had generated. Mr Gabrieli was ill that day, and a supply teacher, who knew little about music, had been asked to stand in and make sure the students worked, with very little success.

Kirri had found herself sat at the piano again (none of the tables had any extra space despite the large amount of chairs) and was staring curiously at the music that had been left there - a song called “Mad World” that, if she recalled, was quite popular in the student body. She picked out the notes carefully, sight-reading the music, and the cacophony of noise around her first quietened, then disappeared altogether. By the time she’d finished playing, the students had gathered around the piano to watch, so silently that she hadn’t even noticed.

She blushed slightly at the attention and stepped away from the piano without saying a word, ignoring the requests that she play another song and saying that they should all play a song themselves.

The next lesson she was finally allowed to sit with some of her classmates.