AN: I'm sorry about late update as I said to most of you I had writer's block.

Artemis:Not good enou...

Me: Don't you dare say anything, do you want me to put you back in THAT room?*glares*

Arty: No.*sweat drops*

Me: Thanks Commander Trouble for all your help

Commander Trubs: No, thank you for letting me get out some frustration on him.

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"I'm sure by now with all the work your brother has given other babysitters, you must know quite a bit of Spanish." They looked at each other, then at me, "we nev'r Spanish before," Beckett said. "What? You've never done Spanish before but this work is for people who have done Spanish for at least a month!What is your brother doing giving you this work then?" I said exsaperated. For a surposed genius, he can have appsalutely no common sense, making him basicly an idiot.

"That's it, I'm going to teach you the basics but in a fun way," I say to the boys.

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Fire Meets Ice

(Rita's POV)

I started teaching them the Spanish alphabet to a song I learnt in High school for Spanish. Myles learnt fast, so I started teaching him more about the language, such as sentence structure. Then I began on the work given to me the previous day, only with Myles though, Beckett, I was still teaching the Alphabet and sentence structure. All of which I did in the most fun way I could think of. By the end of the day Beckett knew the Alphabet well, annoying me and Butler all through lunch with the song. Maybe I shouldn't have taught him that song but hey, he now knew the Spanish alphabet.

The rest of the day went well and the next. All until the 'supposed genius' showed up.

(Artemis's POV)

I went to see how Miss Margret was going. When I got there she was teaching Beckett something I had set for yesterday, what did she think she was doing.

"Excuse me Miss Margret could I please talk to you?" I said, she looked slightly surprised but nodded and came over. "What are you doing teaching Beckett yesterday's work?" at this she looked quite annoyed. "Well, Mr Fowl," she said forcefully, "you see on my first day, you gave me the work and half way through it the boys got bored so I tried to make it fun. Ever heard of the word?. Then I found out that you were giving eight year olds, who have never done Spanish, work for people who have been doing Spanish for at least a few months. So I started teaching them from the beginning." As she said this, you could see the flames in her eyes. Flames of determination, intelligence and strong will, she could light a fireplace with that glare. She was not going to back down without a fight, reminding me a certain female elfin Recon Officer. "I have to ask, are you sure you're a genius, because giving eight year old, boys work like the stuff you gave me, tells me you have no common sense making you kind of an idiot," she asked, I was shocked.

"Look, I'm not trying to insult you," her glare softened. " I just can't understand why your giving this work to them, especially Beckett. Myles could do all the work once I gave him the understanding of it but Beckett, he doesn't understand most of it. You have to understand that Beckett is very different to Myles. Beckett needs simple work hidden in fun, whereas Myles needs a little start up then he's off, after that he needs something to challenge himself with. He needs to learn to relax and have fun."She understands both of them perfectly, and she's only been here a two days. She understands them almost better then me. I believe Mother was right for once, Miss Margret might be the one.

" You seem to understand them well," I said. "It's not that hard, you just have to spend time with them for a while, listen and watch how they work to understand them," she smiled, then looked nervous, "I was wondering what your criteria was for the work the boys have to learn every weekend?"She asked. "Why do you ask?"I asked back. "I was thinking maybe I could come up with the work, I already have a few ideas. So I wanted to ask you first and wanted to know what exactly what the criteria is that you have for them," she said hopeful. "They must learn a new culture every weekend, they don't necessarily need to learn a new language every weekend. They must learn the basics of that culture. If you follow that criteria next weekend and the twins enjoy it, I will let you come up with the work for the future."

AN:I remembered to thank people this time

Arty: Yes, you did but they still don't...

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