How Green Becomes Wood

"She took her badge out and everything," Dark replied, putting the tea on a tray and bringing it into the living room. "And had information about your sources we did not."

"I spent the entire time trying to sound more American," Daizi admitted, sitting down on the couch.
 
"It made it very difficult for Miss Jones to argue against us," Dark explained, "She had found proof some of your sources had been used by other students, and she had praised their use on their assignment, which made it clear there was bias."

"I can do an American accent fine enough, but it's hard to stay in it when I'm in the flesh," Daizi answered.
 
"Oof. I'm sorry," Alec winced. "That's pretty bad." He heaved a sigh. "Maybe I never should have even attempted to cover such a sensitive topic."

Xander punched him in the arm. "Like hell. It's not your fault."
 
"Believe me," Daizi sighed, running her fingers through Ivy's hair, "I wish we didn't have to face it either, but that's not a choice we can make. If it wasn't this, it'd be someone at the grocery store, or at the DMV, or someone living in our own neighborhood. At least this problem is one we can do something about."

"And we can help others who are facing the same issue," Dark said, taking up a teacup to keep his hands busy.
 
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