[ A teacher. Such a calling would never appeal to Vanessa, and she's impressed that Clara's held onto her passion through such a strange trial. Children are...fine. Daily? Hm. Perhaps if it depended on the child.
The mention of Frost draws out a bit of a soft smile. She recognizes the name thanks to the Doctor, though this poem is indeed new. Vanessa takes it in quietly, and her smile does dissipate the more she listens.
It's times like these that Vanessa wonders if she really is so transparent, or if she merely has a habit of late to stumble upon perceptive individuals. She gives it a moment to sink in before responding, though not for the personal impact. Vanessa would so often rather keep that to herself. ]
Perhaps you can teach me something, then. Any poetry from beyond my own year? It would lend me the opportunity to surprise the Doctor, if only once.
[ He would probably already know anything she might recite, but he might be surprised it isn't from before her time. If nothing else, perhaps she can discover something new that he likes. ]
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The mention of Frost draws out a bit of a soft smile. She recognizes the name thanks to the Doctor, though this poem is indeed new. Vanessa takes it in quietly, and her smile does dissipate the more she listens.
It's times like these that Vanessa wonders if she really is so transparent, or if she merely has a habit of late to stumble upon perceptive individuals. She gives it a moment to sink in before responding, though not for the personal impact. Vanessa would so often rather keep that to herself. ]
Perhaps you can teach me something, then. Any poetry from beyond my own year? It would lend me the opportunity to surprise the Doctor, if only once.
[ He would probably already know anything she might recite, but he might be surprised it isn't from before her time. If nothing else, perhaps she can discover something new that he likes. ]