Julie crossed her arms and tilted her head, her golden hair catching the sunlight as she stared at Cassius with narrowed, suspicious eyes.
"So..." She began slowly. "If you're really going to teach me, then tell me...which method are you planning to use?"
Cassius raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking upward in faint amusement. "Method?"
"Yes, method." She said with a firm nod, then started ticking off her fingers one by one.
"Are you going to use the 'drill sergeant' method? You know, the one where you stand over me every morning yelling at me like some terrifying military officer until I memorize every etiquette rule and sewing stitch through sheer fear?"
Cassius snorted softly but didn't interrupt.
"Or..." Julie pressed on with a growing smirk. "Are you planning to use the 'sweet and patient grandmother' method? The one where you sit beside me with a warm cup of tea, gently holding my hands and saying, 'Oh no, dear, not like that...let's try again, hmm?' until I get it right?"
