M.A.T.H.
It was a quiet day for all of them. Just soaring through the sky towards Cassia, they had thought that it was the perfect opportunity to clear their heads and divulge in some of their personal hobbies. Zara was reading, Lavender was target practising (she was quite a good shot with a bow and arrow. "You can't just rely on magic," she always said), Mokka was rebooting, Chai was gardening, Sorbet was completing puzzles (and quite quickly at that) but Pico... he was bored. He was so bored in fact, that he thought detention with Professor Pistachio would be more fun than this, and that was saying something. He sighed, waiting for a response. When none came, he tried again. And again. And again. To no result. In the end, he gave up. He walked over to Sorbet, his feet on the floor making the only audible noise in the room. He walked around to the back of her and placed his folded arms of the back of her chair.
"What are you doing?" Sorbet asked him without even turning to face him.
"Seeing what you're up too," he replied, hoping the conversation would cease his boredom.
"I'm doing maths problems, and you know that," she replied coolly, but Pico could tell that she was already starting to get annoyed. He smiled mischievously.
"But why? Maths is too boring," he moaned. She seemed to ignore him. He poked her, determined to get a reaction.
"Maths is only boring because you're too dumb to understand it," she countered smartly.
"B-but..." he trailed off. He hated it when she was being so smart. He gasped excitedly. "M.A.T.H. is Mental Abuse To Humans!" Pico cried triumphantly, sure he had won the argument. Sorbet rolled her eyes in disgust.
"Sure, whatever you say, Pico," she muttered. She was going to sacrifice her pride if it meant he'd go away.
He walked away from her chair, yelling in triumph. Sorbet smiled to herself as she heard him going below deck saying, "Hey everyone! I just won an argument with Sorbet!"
But to her, nothing was more rewarding then hearing the annoyed grumbles of her ship-mates.