As they walked back down the hallway, Janine was already scribbling notes on her flyers. "Okay, so maybe a budget red carpet. We can use that red butcher paper from the art room..."
"Ava, we are a public school," Gregory said, his voice dropping an octave in disbelief. "We don't need 'zip.' We need functional plumbing in the second-floor girls' bathroom."
"I have to, Gregory!" she said, her eyes bright with a mix of terror and excitement. "If I don't, she’ll probably try to make us teach in togas. And I am not a toga person." [S2E4] Principal's Office
"Laws are just suggestions for people who don't have ten thousand followers, Gregory," Ava dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "Anyway, Janine, since you’re so obsessed with 'initiatives,' you’re in charge of the launch party. I want a red carpet, a step-and-repeat, and I want Mr. Johnson to dress as a Roman gladiator."
Janine’s eyes widened. "A launch party? We don't have a budget for that! I was hoping we could use the extra funds for new textbooks for the third graders." As they walked back down the hallway, Janine
They stepped into the office, which smelled faintly of expensive perfume and unauthorized scented candles. Ava sat behind her desk, looking unusually focused on a bedazzled tablet.
Ava made a face like she’d just bitten into a lemon. "Gross. No. I was thinking 'The Coleman Academy for Excellence and Aesthetic Management.' I’ve already drafted the logo. It’s me, but in a toga, holding a golden whistle." "We don't need 'zip
Gregory looked at her, his expression flat. "Janine, this is Ava. She doesn't 'discuss logistics.' She summons people so she can have an audience for her latest TikTok dance or to find someone to go get her a sugar-free vanilla latte."