"Foxes are contrary creatures. Also, prone to eating things that have been dead for days, baking under the hot summer sun on the beach, sometimes after they've had a good roll in it." Araceli almost manages to keep a perfectly straight face, discussing the failings of her furry son as if he isn't a few feet away, nose tucked beneath his tail. She's assaulted his dignity and reputation innumerable times, it's fine.

With a nod, she smiles and shrugs one shoulder. "I took him with me. Not everywhere but if I can climb up with him on my shoulder unless he can make his way up steps or ladders, he'll run along rooftops and leap the smaller gaps. He's there for my classes most days unless he's got something better to do with his time." Which has her gesturing to the parchment; her own schedule is fixed but she's never actually sat down to plan it like that beyond roughly knowing where she might be at a certain hour.

"Struggling with a workload?"